A young father walked into the physical therapy office with his toddler son, and I wondered how he would keep the boy amused throughout a therapy session. Had be brought crayons, perhaps? Would he hand the boy a mobile phone for play?
Minutes later, as I started my own therapy, I heard the little guy giggling and burbling. I turned and saw him walking a treadmill, his dad behind, holding his hands.
A few more minutes, and they were walking back and forth through the open room, a therapist keeping pace and repeating, “heel, toe; heel, toe; heel, toe.”
This tiny, beautiful boy. Undergoing physical therapy. So sweet. So heartbreaking. Continue reading
