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Monday, September 8, 2008

Holland Was Beautiful



I was given this poem when Sierra was born and it touched my heart in so many ways. When things don't go the way we plan because God has other plans for you sometimes the best things are the ones we don't plan for, the best things are sometimes unexpected. Please read:
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.


I didn't mourn very long. I started to enjoy the difference of Holland and the beauty of Holland was more spectacular than anything else. I miss Holland and I always will.


Sierra, we miss you so much!!!

2 comments:

Anissa Mayhew said...

Oh Mary Lynn, that was beautiful, thank you for sharing it. I guess it could be true for the cancer life too...wasn't what we ever expected but blessings have popped out all over the place. You are one of them.

Mum said...

I have always preferred Holland over Italy. Honest, open-minded, tranquil with a wild and crazy side, and of course field after field of glorious colour.
Holland IS beautiful, just like Sierra.

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