I'm going to tell you three things, two of which are true and one of which is a lie. See if you can figure out the lie.
#1 I am married to a preacher and we just celebrated 20 years of marriage.
#2 I have three daughters, one who will be attending college in the fall, one who will be driving in the fall, and one who will be 6 years old in the fall.
#3 At home, on my own, I do every single therapy technique suggested by Lily's speech, occupational, and behavioral therapists.
So. Can you find the lie?
If you've spent any time around here at all, I'm sure it was easy to pick out the lie. And even if you are new to these parts, but have a special needs child yourself, I'm pretty confident you can identify the lie.
So if you chose #3 as the lie, you are correct!
Here comes my true confession for today:
I don't do all that much therapy around the house.
Don't get me wrong, I want Lily to improve. I want to see her reach her highest potential. I want her to accomplish all kinds of things in spite of her diagnosis.
But I have to be honest.
I don't want to be the therapist. I want to be the mom. I want to have fun with Lily. I want her to look forward to spending time with me.
Lily is at school Monday through Friday from 8:30 AM until 4:30 PM. That is a long day when you're five years old, people. Heck. That's a long day when you're 42!
After all her hard work at school, the last thing I want to do in the evenings is drag out the matching cards, the puzzles, the magnetic alphabet letters, or the lacing cards and insist on more work.
Don't all kids, even our kids who need so much therapy, deserve some downtime?
Now, we do spend some time on Saturdays and Sundays doing our Birdie Boot Camp, exploring all kinds of therapeutic activities through play. But I still don't really have her at the table "working" like she does at school.
I don't want to be the reason Lily doesn't become all she is supposed to be. I don't want to be the one who holds her back.
Lily has about eight therapists in all.
But I'm the only mom she's got. And I want to be a good one.
So I have to try to strike that balance between therapist and mom. But if the scale tips one way more often, I'd rather it lean to the mom rather than the therapist.
What about you? Feel like making a confession of your own? How do you balance it all? Thoughts? Let me hear it.