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Welcome to Holland
By Emily Pearl KingsleyI am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child
with a disability.
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. You may learn some Italian.
The day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go.
Several hours later, the plane lands. The flight attendant comes and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!" you say. "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
place. 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 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. 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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