Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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 your 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. Several hours later, the plane lands. The flight attendant 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 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 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 woebegone 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 you 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 bream 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.
Emily Perl Kingsley
Posted by Cherice Lowry Mommy of Stacey at 2:36 AM 1 comments
New Blog :-)
Hello Everyone!!-
Welcome to our new little corner of cyber space. I was tired of only being able to put up a few photos of Stacey. I think she should have all the photos she wants of herself up there :-) so we moved :-) at least there was no packing to be done. Next time I move I vowed that I would hire somebody to do it...lol. So I will be on here more frequently than the caringbridge site and it's easy to find. You can even google search her blog title and it will lead you to here. I am going to only put up her older pictures and some of the older posts when I have some more time. I will put the poem "Welcome To Holland" on this blogger page. :-) So this is our little intro and the official blog will be next have a blessed day!!
Posted by Cherice Lowry Mommy of Stacey at 1:25 AM 1 comments
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