I have seen the promised land of therapy rooms.

I have visited these amazing basements equipped with swings, trampolines, a trapeze and quiet tent spaces.  Rooms filled with sensory balls and body socks and noise canceling headphones.  I have stood in the doorways of these spaces but have never crossed in.

Because it’s not my house.  Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s therapy room.

I’m over at Hartley’s Life With 3 Boys with the rest of the story…I’m wanting what I can’t have.

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