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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Welcome to Holland (aka The Beauty of 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 guidebooks and make your wonderful vacation plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very, 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 flight attendant 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 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 guidebooks. 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 awhile and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. 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 go away, because the loss of that dream is a 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.



(Thanks Rhonda!!)

10 comments:

Jen said...

What a neat analogy! I love that it's Holland. :-)

Smooches to Mason!

Anonymous said...

Don't worry..you will have lots of visitors in Holland...and they won't all be Dutch!

Megan said...

Ha!! That's funny Jen!!

mommy to an angel said...

Holland is beautiful. Take time to stop and smell the tulips! Just don't wear those wooden shoes too long - they don't look too comfy!

Jen said...

Megs~I have a phone number and email addy of a CDLS mom for you. Let me know when you'd like it. Or I can have her call you.

Anonymous said...

The analogy is great. Don't worry, Holland's a great place to be and the Dutch stick to eachother like glue:) (sometimes that's good, sometimes not so good) We'll be there to walk with you along your journey. So glad to hear Mason's coming home again today.

Misty said...

love this poem. someone sent it to me a while back and I have it saved on another blog. i read it every so often to remind myself. i hope that he is doing well and healing up to go home.

Leenie said...

Hey---Holland sure is going to SUNNY!!!:) We'll all be ther to enjoy the weather and the sights.

Lisa Leonard said...

Hi Megan! Just wanted to pop and say hello. Your sweet Mason is adorable. Sounds like you guys are in the thick of it. Hang in there and know that anytime you need encouragement I would be happy to pass some along. Big hugs!! xoxo Lisa

ps love this poem.

Rhonda said...

Hi Megan,

Just checking in to see if there were any updates on Mason. Hope everything is going well. Have a good weekend.

Rhonda