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Luke and Claire

"Welcome to Holland"


By Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987. 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.

Monday, July 23, 2012

When She's Not Being Beaten with a Cup of Goldfish....

....Claire is starting to love time by herself on her playmat. We discovered that it probably safest to have playtime after Luke is tucked away in bed. Yesterday, Luke apparently wanted to share his cup of goldfish with Claire, and when she didn't respond, he tried to get her attention by whacking her with the cup. At least he was trying to share! This is how the rest of the night went down:
 Luke: "Mom, I was just trying to share my food. Why do you think that means I want to share my beanbag chair?"
 Claire: "Haha sucker! I win. Get lost and go to bed."
 Claire: "Whew! Glad I finally have the living room to myself. I think I'll scoot around on my mat."
 Claire: "Wait a minute. Is anyone paying attention to me?"
 Ohhhh....look at that block! If I could just get a little closer....
Stupid block wasn't that much fun. Now my dang arm is stuck.
Hold me, Mommy!!!!

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