Tips from a pediatrician parent
Lisa Kanarek shares tips and techniques from her pediatrician father who never banned treats.
In school, I envied my friends who were snuggled in their warm beds with a cough, virus or suspicious “get out of a test” illness.
I sat at my cold classroom desk with the wooden seat, seething. As the daughter of a pediatrician who always seemed to cure my siblings and me by morning, I rarely missed school.
It wasn’t until I had my own children and used his techniques myself to keep them healthy that I appreciated these habits my dad had passed along.
To each his own cup. My dad’s medical office often overflowed with families who passed colds, coughs and the flu to one another simply by drinking from the same glass.
He asked little of my siblings and me, but the ban on sharing a cup was non-negotiable. He gave the same advice to his patients’ parents.
Some listened. Others ignored his recommendation and soon after found themselves carting their entire infected brood back to his office for treatment.
Heeding my dad’s rule, I gave my two toddler sons different coloured cups to eliminate confusion.
My sons didn’t hesitate to share books and toys with friends, but they understood that sharing a glass was off limits. Both boys were rarely sick, and if either one caught a cold or stomach bug, it was never at the same time.
Take what you want, eat what you can. My dad didn’t believe in forcing children to eat. My mom placed the food on the table, then we served ourselves and finished what we could.
When anxious parents complained to my dad about a finicky child, he said, “Include at least one food they like at each meal or let them make a sandwich.” He assured them their child wouldn’t starve.
One of my sons was a pickier eater than the other, yet mealtimes typically weren’t a battle. If they didn’t finish what was on their plate, no one muscled them into it. Most of our meals were simple — I was no gourmet cook — yet as my sons grew, so did their range of acceptable foods. Last year when I received a text that read, “I like salmon now!” I had to doublecheck that it was from one of my sons.
Don’t ban treats. My dad always encouraged parents to make healthy snacks available, but to allow occasional treats as well. “If you deprive your child of treats,” he would tell them, “they’ll crave them more or find them somewhere else.” My parents kept a large bowl on our table stocked with fruit, while at least one pantry shelf held our most-desired chocolate treats. My siblings and I didn’t overindulge because our favourites weren’t restricted or hidden.
Taking a cue from my childhood, I kept fruit in a bowl on the table and stored the chips, cookies and snacks within reach. My guys didn’t understand their friends’ fascination with forbidden fruit leather rolls or banned baked chips they sought every time they visited our house. My sons, as my siblings and I, didn’t load up on unhealthy snack food because they always had access to it.
Get a flu shot. As adamant as my dad was about not sharing a glass, he was even more persistent about recommending the flu vaccine. “The vaccine is not 100 per cent,” he explained to his patients’ parents, “but it could minimize the symptoms of the flu and potentially prevent other complications.” My mom shuttled us to my dad’s office annually, where the dreaded “shot nurse” administered the vaccine. My dad’s recommendation is still valid. The U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reported 183 flu-related deaths among children during the 2017-18 season, with approximately 80 per cent of them occurring in children who had not been vaccinated.
One of the times I took my then toddler sons to get flu shots was particularly stressful and emotional, mostly for me. My elder son climbed on the exam table and voluntarily held out his arm for the nurse. Behind him, my younger son yelled repeatedly, “I don’t want a shot!” He stood with his arms crossed and protested until his brother hopped off the table and said, “That didn’t hurt.” His older brother’s nonchalant attitude helped him calm down. I still ask my now adult sons whether they’ve got their flu shots, usually an hour after my dad has called me to ask if I’ve got mine.
Be prepared. Although he wasn’t a Boy Scout, my dad kept the hall closet stocked with adhesive bandages, ointment, eye drops and other basic first aid supplies.
While my sons no longer run through boxes of bandages, I continue to follow my dad’s lead and keep bug-bite lotion, pain relievers and allergy medicine, among other supplies, in a container tucked in a kitchen cabinet. I want to avoid searching for a 24-hour pharmacy at midnight.
My dad, now 92, retired from his practice four years ago. He continues to feed his deep love of medicine with articles he finds online and in the medical journals stacked near his reading chair. He especially enjoys discussing the latest research and clinical findings with my youngest, who will start medical school in a year. I imagine that at some point when my son has his own children, they’ll complain about their (almost) perfect attendance record and blame their physician dad for being able to cure them overnight.
I’ll be disappointed if they don’t.