Welcome to Holland

I’ve seen this before, but always comtemplated it in the context of “someone else”.  Never realizing that it could day apply to me.  I’m not quite at the place where I can embrace this, entirely.  Someday.  It’s beautiful, none the less.  Thanks for sending this to me James.  Jedi Knight.

 

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 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…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 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.

© 1987, by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved. Reprinted with permission of the author.

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One Response to Welcome to Holland

  1. Ricardo says:

    Hi Hans,I was in Rome this summer wish I had gtoten to Venice, too it looks very fun!I have been doing my best to be patient with myself with this VERY steep learning curve for me You told us to focus on 1-3 things. I am focusing on 1 creating my website, and I will be EXCITED when it’s done!I have made fairly detailed comments in the survey hope they’re helpful!I’m excited about the coaching call!You and Jeff are AMAZING in all you have blessed us with and are continuing to bless us with! Thank you and may God richly bless both of you!

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