Monday, January 26, 2009

Special Gifts

For all of us who are blessed with a uniquely gifted child...God bless your days.

WELCOME TO HOLLAND
byEmily Perl Kingsley.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
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.

5 comments:

Bethany said...

That is beautiful, a wonderful thing to remember.
Thanks for posting that.
~Bethany~

Regan Family Farm said...

Thanks for visiting, Bethany! Isn't easy to get lost in our own idea of what we think God's best is for us? Kiss your mom for me!

Sherry in MI said...

That is a very cool analogy. I read it twice just to make sure I was absorbing the intent. Loved it! Miss you ~

Sher

Regan Family Farm said...

Hi Sher~I am finding it helpful to remind the others that we are "in Holland", not Italy. Hoping it increases the "tender sympathies" in the home. Coffee soon?

Unknown said...

Thank you for the post about Holland. It is such of good description for those who don't have someone special in their family. Love to get together soon, our goats start at the end of March. Can't wait to see them!!
Jann