Friday, July 27, 2012
A new dream...
Going on the journey of being diagnosed and watching our child have to be different is hard there is a part of us that have to let go of the dreams we had and fing a new blessing, a new dream...
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 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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I too would have loved to see Venice. But the canals in Amsterdam are never boring. Miss you. xx
ReplyDeleteGod Bless Holland. Grieving is a part of life. Everyone grieves in their own way. But it is true, Holland has SO much to offer. And God Bless YOU as the one going to Holland. HE gave you the power, the love, the knowledge, the experience. God chose YOU. Bless you dear friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks friends. I'm adjusting Ann's enjoying Holland
ReplyDeleteHi Kirsten!
ReplyDeleteThis is my first comment but I have read your blog a couple of times already. My daughter is currently being tested for hypochondroplasia, one month to go until we get the results back. I love this piece above here because I actually live in Holland :), and I can tell you it's a wonderfull place ;). Will be following your blog, thank you so far for sharing your story!
Michelle
This is beautifully written. I live in Holland as well. More ways than one. Just like you! God bless you and your family!
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