Today was our last day of camp. Lilia had her tenth therapy session in four days. She was pretty happy when it was all over with.
At camp, I met an elementary school teacher who took leave from his job for a year or two to study physical therapy after his son was diagnosed with cerebral palsy. He became his son’s therapist, and had him walking by the age of four. He participated in the camp as a trainer.
I also met a grandmother who leaves her house at 5:30 every morning to drive an hour to her daughter’s house and pick up her granddaughter, who has cerebral palsy, and drive her to the school for the disabled. This woman always had a perfect make up job, and looked incredibly polished, and was also extremely kind and patient with her granddaughter.
I couldn’t resist comparing Lilia’s father and grandmother with these people. I am only human, y’know? (And I’m sure that they could find some mothers that I paled against.)