So, for now, looking at it from my kids’ perspective, I will appreciate my walker for what it is — a mobility aid. A tool that helps me build memories, build character, and stay safe. And I need to keep reminding myself not to resent it for what it isn’t — my enemy. My walker is the physical embodiment of help, not of harm. It’s easy to channel the anger I feel toward my disability at my walker instead, but the reality is, mobility aids are just that: devices that aid mobility. My walker fills in the gaps where my body falls short.