Tonight I came across a file on my computer I’d named “Perspective.” I’d forgotten all about it. When Avery was first diagnosed, I scoured the internet for hours on end, searching for medical information or the latest genetics research. Occasionally, I’d stumble upon something beautifully personal. When I did, I’d cut and paste it into my file and visit often to read the words that helped to put our new world into perspective.
These are two of my favourites.
Welcome 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 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.
The Special Mother by Erma Bombeck
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3 responses to “Filed Under Perspective”
You are amazing. I know you are perfectly suited for Holland, even if it is hard to be there some days. Your children are both so lucky to have you.
Not amazing at all. I just happen to really enjoy tulips and wooden shoes. 🙂 Thanks. Your comment made my day. xxoo
I loved these 'perspectives'.
Also, I did not know you had a child with 'unbalanced chromosomal translocation'.
Actually I did not know you had this blog, I have only seen your yummymummy posts.
And so, I have been hanging out here for a bit, doing some reading…
and I will be back!
Also. I understand that Holland can be quite magical this time of year.
Happy New Year, Lisa
Shanon