I came across this poem, early on. How true this is.....
Welcome To Holland
by
Emily Perl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a
disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique
experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like
this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation
trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your
wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in
Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very
exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack
your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The
stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for
Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going
to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible,
disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's
just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole
new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would
never have met.
It’s just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy
than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your
breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has
windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're
all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the
rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go.
That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to
Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely
things ... about Holland.
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©1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved.
Welcome. I was inspired to write this blog while pregnant with my son, Josiah. At 18 weeks gestation, Josiah was diagnosed with Down Syndrome. He had open heart surgery at 3 months and has had RSV twice. He is now 21 months old. He and his two older brothers amaze us everyday. Josiah was not a mistake, nor is he a regret. He is a miracle and the light of our lives. We share with you this beautiful life we have been blessed with.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
31 for 21 Challenge: Day Twenty. Welcome to Holland Poem
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