We move forwards and backwards, side to side. And up and down.
Up until now, the Little Princess has lived life in two dimensions. She's beetled about backwards and forwards, side to side, but lived most of her life at a level more or less limited to somewhere between 30 and 60 cms off the ground - her seated height plus her ability to bend.
It's a decent, functional height, on the whole, for a child her age. Sitting, her head is on a level with her peers when they stand. And her knees are mostly able to fit under tables in restaurants and cafes, albeit at a slight angle to accommodate her joystick.
Plenty you can do at that height - her she is, helping the gardener using a long-handled something, to trim the edges of the lawn.
Now she has other options. Raising her chair up high, she can reach the sink to wash up, and the cooker to melt butter. She can sit in the middle of the room and watch the windows for visitors
And then there's this. No longer limited to just what she can do with the long-handled tools. She watches, imitates, and is free to get down and join in, no need to be lifted out of her chair, no need to wait for someone to lift her back in. Just the freedom to squat down, dig a hole, find a worm and a woodlouse and five stripey snails, and help plant our new borders.
Life in three dimensions. Just living.