Sunday, May 11, 2014

Happy Mothers Day



I didn't write this note, but I understand it well.  It's Mother’s day and I am sitting in bed holding the hand of my sweet first born daughter Jessica.  She is 22 years old and has autism.  It was not the trip I had planned for myself.  But Jessica’s life has had a very good effect on my life.  I'm a much better person because of her. I’m a better person because of all my kids.   I'm grateful to be a Mom. There are many wonderful roles in life.  Being a Mom has got to one the greatest jobs. Happy Mother's day! 


Welcome to Holland

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 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 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 some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. 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."

The pain of that will never, 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.

Written by Emily Perl Kingsley



 
Jessica and I in Oregon, USA
Jessica in Thailand
 
Jessica and Juergen in Israel



Jessica in Nanjing China


Jessica in Holland
Jessica in Italy

1 comment:

Rick Moreno said...

Well said, thank you for your words...Also, Happy belated Mother's Day. I've been away from a computer for a while, so I couldn't wish you a happy Mother's day until today. So, have another blessed Mother's Day!