Friday, May 1, 2009

Why I am a "Holland Mom"

I have started getting questions about the Holland mom thing.
So for my post of randomness this week I am posting the answer.
I call myself a Holland mom because of this.

"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."


This was written by Emily Pearl Kingsley and it perfectly describes my life.

I know I started my blog with the same post but I have a lot of new followers so I thought I would explain.
This is to all of the other "Holland Mom's" out there. Whether you are just stepping off of the "plane" or you have been in Holland for a while.

"Welcome to Holland"
Here you have friends!




4 comments:

Sbankhead said...

That is beautiful!! What a wonderful way to describe so many disappointments in life. You are so awesome!! Thanks for your beautiful post!

Troy said...

That poem is awesome. I thought you were a Holland mom, because you were born in Holland. That shows how much I pay attention.

Sher said...

I love that analogy! It's so perfect.

Pezlady Jana said...

I LOVED THAT! It is exactly what I have been feeling the last few years and I appreciate the beauty of it. Thanks!!!

 
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