We have heard it many times before: Being a parent is hard.
But no one really knows this until they become one.
When I started out as a pediatric Occupational Therapist, I would see many kids with and without a diagnosis. I would identify areas that are affecting a child’s performance, discuss these findings with the parents, and then provide interventions in the clinic as well as home activities/exercises.
Even though their child would make progress and the parents seemed content, many would leave things unsaid. I would see the sigh after demonstrating the home exercises, holding their breaths after recommending therapy for three more months, or the clenched jaw and head nod when being asked if they are completing the home activities consistently.
Being young in the field, I failed to pick up that I might have been asking too much, whether that was time, money, or effort. I didn’t see that I was adding more to their plate of other obligations. I didn’t understand the unspoken expectations of what it takes to be a parent.
It wasn’t until I had my own child, who was born 3 months premature, that I understood what they meant. My son was born at 29 weeks, not old enough to breathe on his own, breastfeed, or even display the primitive reflexes necessary for development.
After 2 months in the NICU, he was released but with concerns that he would fall behind developmentally. After receiving the huge medical bill regarding our son’s medical stay, seeing a private therapist would have been fine for the rest of the year, but would be costly in the next. This was my new reality as a parent.
Had I not been a pediatric Occupational Therapist with knowledge and resources, my son would not be where he is today, a rambunctious 2-year old that has met all his developmental milestones.
After this metamorphosis into parenthood, it made me think about those tired, busy, and frustrated parents years ago. It made me think about the fellow moms I’ve spoken with who are trying their hardest to provide the best for their children, but don’t know how or are spread too thin. It made me think of the dads, like my husband, who want to be present, but only have a limited amount of time to do it.
I wanted to create a site where the busy, the tired, or (dare I say it) the lazy parent can find resources as well as activities that can easily be incorporated into their routine. Treatment options that don’t take away from what really matters: time with your family.
This blog in no way, shape, or form replaces school or private therapy services, but it will help you extend the lessons and become a part of the treatment.
This blog is also for parents whose kids don’t necessarily need treatment, but are looking for different activities and markers to help with their growth and development, from newborn to young teen.
I hope my Child(ish) Advice will give you some good ideas and much needed assurance that you are doing a great job as a parent. Thank you for following me, and I’m excited to share this journey with you!
Any information read or acted upon that is found in part or in entirety on this blog is purely suggestion. Statements or activities on this blog are not intended to diagnose, cure, or prevent any disease or condition. Child(ish) Advice is not a medical resource, nor do we diagnose or provide personal treatment directly on this platform. This blog does not replace professional therapy or a professional therapist. Always consult your personal physician or Occupational Therapist for specific medical advice.