Today I took a walk with my girls. We walked down the road to do a little shopping at the corner dollar store and to grab a bite to eat at a local sandwich shop. Today, however, was a little different than usual. I took my white cane. You know. That stick thingy that you see blind people with that helps them get from point a to point b without falling or crashing into something. No big deal. Well, it is a big deal, for me at least. I have had a cane most of my life but I have not used it nearly as much as I should to stay safe. Some of you may understand but others may not. Up until recently, I have not really spent much free time, or any time really, thinking about how I cope with low vision, as I have lived legally blind my entire life. Maybe I have been in denial to some extent. Writing this blog and making vlogs regarding my coping strategies requires me to think about the obvious. It is opening up my heart to self-acceptance that I did not know I lacked. I am realizing that my low vision is a part of who I am and that’s okay. I am acknowledging that which makes me different and realizing that even if I do that, I am still capable and worthy of accomplishing my dreams, giving and receiving love, etc. Of course, walking to the store with my cane in plain view is not any dream of mine. It is, however, a key. If my twelve-and thirteen-year-old kids are not ashamed of having a mom that needs to use a white cane, why should I be? I learn from them all the time.