WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by
Emily Perl Kingsley.
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."
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.
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 is the best way my Mom can describe what it is like having a child with a disability. She says that it captures exactly how she feels. I would imagine the same can be said for any of us who's life does not go according to plan. The thing is, it's not OUR plan. It is the Lord's. He knows us. He loves us. He gave His Son for us.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!



3 comments:
This is the only poem that put to words what I was feeling after we had Blake. It brought me so much comfort to be able to share it with my family. I remember crying while calling my mom to read it to her....so she could understand exactly how I was feeling. I could barely get through it. It still hangs in my office (an old newspaper clipping...it was in Dear Abby).
To this day the word "Holland" is used often in our home. "Not liking being in Holland today." or "Holland is actually quite nice today." I have used it while blogging too and wondered who would 'get it'. Now you will!
Merry Christmas. This was a wonderful gift you gave our family and all the people that love your family....including me. Thank you!
oops...meant "wonderful gift you gave YOUR family" and the rest of us!
That is beautiful! I am crying... Hope you had a great Christmas!
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