Several months ago, I happened to run across a converted bus for sale on the internet. It was actually set up for physical therapy... with air conditioning... and colorful gymnastics type floor mats that completely covered the walls and floor. I thought to myself, "What a wonderful idea... an "Attachment Therapist on Wheels!" The therapist could drive from home to home and offer attachment therapy right here in our own driveways. I started thinking back to the days when doctors still made house calls... and to the old "Bookmobile" that used to bring library books into our neighborhood one day a week when I was a child. "Yes!" I thought to myself. "What a brilliant idea!"
I sat at the computer screen staring at the photograph of this bus... and daydreaming about how awesome it would be to be able to stay at home and wait for my son's therapist to arrive. Gone would be all of those days of fighting with my son about going to the therapist's office... and gone would be the days of dragging my son out the door to the car. There would be no more struggles to get him seatbelted in... no more driving with my son's head in my lap, as he tried his best to distract me with that annoying teeth grinding trick. There would be no more worries about car doors flying open... and no more fighting to keep my sons hands from roaming into inappropriate places on my body, as I fought to keep my car on the road. "Yes! This was truly a brilliant idea!"
I was so excited about this idea... that I sat and discussed it with our caseworker. She said that she too had actually thought of how convenient it would be to have the therapist come to her home to work with her son. We joked about her and I going in together to purchase that bus for Joe... and I seriously started to wish that my family was just a little wealthier... because I'm actually impulsive enough that I might have just gone out and bought that bus for Joe and his wife.
One day in Joe's office... I took a deep breath... and briefly mentioned the "Therapist on Wheels" idea. Joe just sat there and smiled that smile. I knew that smile... because it was that same smile that my husband always gives me whenever I say, "You know... I've been thinking"... or "Hey... I have this really great idea!" : ) I could see that no matter how convincing I tried to be... Joe just wasn't going to buy into this whole "Therapist on Wheels" idea. But... just in case he ever changed his mind... I kept an eye on that bus just to see if it was still available.
I've pretty much given up on the whole idea for right now. I never bring it up to anyone anymore, but if I ever get lucky enough to win that BIG lottery... I'm going out and buying a bus. I'm going to have all of the seats removed... have the walls and floor covered with colorful gymnastic mats.... and get that air-conditioning installed. Then, I'm going to wrap it up tight in a big red bow... drive it to Joe's house... and park it in his driveway on Christmas Eve.
Or... would that be just a little too pushy? : )
Well... maybe I'll just buy him roller blades instead.