I also posted this on another thread:
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 guidebooks 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. 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 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 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 and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would have never 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 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.
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Blessings to you and your daughter, Neever, and all our FRiends who have been blessed with ‘special needs’ children.
The man that calls himself POTUS obviously has no compassion or heart, and is an OBAMAnation to our country and it’s people.
Beautifully said. Thank you for posting it.
Awwwwwww.....*sniff*
((((hugs)))) to my friend!
I went to “Holland” too. I have tears in my eyes from all these posts from parents of FReepers with disabilities. One of mine went through some of this himself (Asperger’s).
We have a President who doesn’t know the difference between something un-PC that might get said in a private conversation as a joke, and something the President of the United States would say on national TV.