This morning as I was sipping my coffee I was poking around the David’s Refuge Guest Facebook page and saw the following quote:
“Embrace in the unique way your child is blooming – even if it is not in the garden you imagined.”
It reminded me of a poem Brenda and I would often share when we met with first-time guests at their first weekend getaway with David’s Refuge. It’s entitled WELCOME TO HOLLAND by Emily Perl Kingsley. For us, it helped us answer the question, “What is it like having a special needs son?” If you have never read it, I hope it helps you. If you have, then share it with someone who may need to be reminded, “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.”
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
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.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved.