Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Welcome to Holland...

I found this little analogy quite awhile back, sometime after Madalyn was born. If you have a child with Down syndrome, you most likely have read this before.

I have seen it a lot lately, and I cry every time I read it. I can totally relate to what the writer is saying and it really brings such a mix of emotions for me. I decided to share it on our blog, mostly for the people who may not have read it before, and also because I just really like the way the writer describes an experience that is filled with so much.. (love, joy, excitement, pain, sorrow, fear of the unknown, love again, and hope...). So... sorry to be repetitive to those of you who have seen this before, but I thought it was worth sharing even for that one person who has not.... :)

This is the way it was for us!! And we have enjoyed Holland so much already, that we are ready to go again! What an awesome place.... :) Join us, why don't you?!?


WELCOME TO HOLLAND

by
Emily Perl Kingsley.

c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

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 Colosseum. 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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