Dear Therapist…

Dear Therapist,

Thank you! What you’re doing for my daughter, Willow, is amazing. I’m in awe of how far she’s come. And, as I’ve told you many times, I couldn’t do this without you. Seriously.

But, can I let you in on a secret? You’re also helping me. Ok, I should clarify before you start charging me double. What I mean is, I get a lot out of my daughter’s therapy sessions. Let me explain.

While the world sees my daughter’s limitations, you see her potential. You share my dreams for Willow’s life. You want her crawl, to walk, to fly.

Willow working hard during Physical Therapy
I want to fly!

You are her cheerleader. You’re a constant encourager. And, you celebrate every milestone, just as I do. It feels good to have someone on our team. Your presence reassures me that we’re not in this alone.

Willow working hard during feeding therapy
Willow working hard during feeding therapy

While Down syndrome is new to me, it’s not to you. You let me know what might happen, what you’re seeing, and what you’ve seen before. You explain everything thoroughly, but compassionately. While Willow is your patient, you genuinely seem to care. You know this isn’t easy for her. You know this isn’t easy for me.

While your job is to teach Willow how to crawl, walk, play and eat, you’ve graciously taken on the chore of being my friend. I know that’s no easy task. I like to talk, and sadly, you’re often the only adult (other than my poor husband) that I see, most days. Sure, we may not hang out after hours, but I consider us somewhat close. I’ve cried in front of you, for Pete’s sake. But, I’ve also laughed with you over silly things like tv shows, poopy diapers or parenting fails. Man, I can’t tell you how good that feels. As you know, this whole special needs parenting thing can be draining, especially the therapy part. You let me check-out for a moment and forget what we’re doing and why you’re here.

What? You're saying this is work?? I thought we were just playing!
What? You’re saying this is work?? I thought we were just playing!

I’m not exactly sure how long you’ll be in our lives. Schedules change, needs change, and insurance will only cover so much. But, as I said earlier, I’m so grateful you’re here, right now. While I look forward to the day Willow will no longer need you, I wonder what that will mean for me. Will I be ready to say goodbye? Will I be able to do this alone? I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I guess if Willow can learn how to fly, I can too…..

Love,

Willow’s mom

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3 thoughts on “Dear Therapist…

  1. I am a pediatric therapist and I’m going to tell you a secret – I do seriously care about the kids I see and think of them as “my kids” too! I love getting pics, texts, and videos when your child does something new or something we have been working on hard in therapy.

  2. I loved this article, it was beautifully written. I couldn’t agree more with Karen. As a pediatric OT, I truly love all “my kids” and do a happy dance every time I see a video or hear a story when a client masters a new skill.

    And I just have to say I LOVE Willow’s name😊

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