Therapy homework...?
Dear Nicky,
I tell ya, pal, you do so good in therapy that the therapists are resorting to making stuff up for you to struggle with. Take this morning. You were sitting up so straight and so steady that your outside PT (as opposed to your inhome PT) said let's practice side sitting, you know, where both knees are bent and both feet point in the same direction. And that was more of a challenge, and I don't mind these challenges, and you're always up for a challenge, but darn it if I don't feel like a certain PT has contempt for me because I'm overprotective of you! I'm just kidding, I think. I don't really believe she has contempt for me. I just think she thinks I'm overprotective and nervous about how we all manhandle you. And she's probably right about that. I am overprotective. And I do get nervous a little when I'm doing something new because you're little and I'm big and clumsy and I don't want to dislocate anything valuable. We have you sitting on a thick pad where you can't get hurt if you topple over, and yet I still cluck and flutter over you like a hen, but I'm working on it. She said we should work on your trunk strength as "homework." She obviously doesn't realize the paces we put you through most days, when we're not going to a doctor for this, that, or the other thing.
This morning you didn't really seem to be into therapy anyway, but when Kristine came over this afternoon (after you had a meltdown from waking prematurely from you all too brief nap), you worked out with her brilliantly. She brought this big plastic saucer we call a turkey platter and we sat you in and tilted and swung you all around, and you did some arm support stuff that Kristine found most impressive. She was telling me about this special needs program where they do yoga and pilates for core strength and flexibility. She's a real fountain of information this girl. Plus she thinks you're cute.
Love,
Dad
I tell ya, pal, you do so good in therapy that the therapists are resorting to making stuff up for you to struggle with. Take this morning. You were sitting up so straight and so steady that your outside PT (as opposed to your inhome PT) said let's practice side sitting, you know, where both knees are bent and both feet point in the same direction. And that was more of a challenge, and I don't mind these challenges, and you're always up for a challenge, but darn it if I don't feel like a certain PT has contempt for me because I'm overprotective of you! I'm just kidding, I think. I don't really believe she has contempt for me. I just think she thinks I'm overprotective and nervous about how we all manhandle you. And she's probably right about that. I am overprotective. And I do get nervous a little when I'm doing something new because you're little and I'm big and clumsy and I don't want to dislocate anything valuable. We have you sitting on a thick pad where you can't get hurt if you topple over, and yet I still cluck and flutter over you like a hen, but I'm working on it. She said we should work on your trunk strength as "homework." She obviously doesn't realize the paces we put you through most days, when we're not going to a doctor for this, that, or the other thing.
This morning you didn't really seem to be into therapy anyway, but when Kristine came over this afternoon (after you had a meltdown from waking prematurely from you all too brief nap), you worked out with her brilliantly. She brought this big plastic saucer we call a turkey platter and we sat you in and tilted and swung you all around, and you did some arm support stuff that Kristine found most impressive. She was telling me about this special needs program where they do yoga and pilates for core strength and flexibility. She's a real fountain of information this girl. Plus she thinks you're cute.
Love,
Dad
posted by The Walkin Dude at 11:24 PM
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