I didn't know if I should cry, or punch them

During my first session today I was talking to a parent about activities that would help their child's fine motor development.  The child is having some difficulty holding a pencil and doing some other activities that require fine motor control.  We were discussing using a Mr. Potato head and how some of the pieces were hard to push into Mr. Potato.  I was telling them that that even pushing and pulling the pieces would build strength in the child's hands.  That's when I was told, "they don't need to build strength, they're just lazy."

Lazy? A four-year old that can't sit still is lazy? Really?

I get it, I really do.  These parents are still mourning the perfect child they thought they were going to have.  But this child is who they are going to be.  I don't think there is such a thing as a lazy four-year old.  That comment just broke my heart.  The child doesn't want to do those things because they are hard for them.  For all we know it hurts them.  The child can't tell us.  I watched the frustration on their face this morning.  I saw the poor baby's hands shake while trying to put two pieces of train track together.  I wanted to cry.  I felt so bad for that child.  How sad is it when your own parents can't accept your disability and think because you don't want to do something that you're lazy?

Up until two months ago I didn't know this child.  But when they make eye contact and smile at me, there is joy in my heart.  If they would let me, I'd hug them. Do their parents feel the same way? Or only see what they want to change so their child is "normal"?