Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Welcome to Holland!

Makenzie seems to be doing ok! Yesterday was a bit rough as she did not sleep well due to all of her snot! She has a hard time swallowing it and then she gags and pukes buggers and acid...tmi...well it is the truth! So... now she is WAY off her normal schedule. She took a nap yesterday ( she hasn't taken a nap in almost a year!) and went to bed at 6:30pm. By about 4:00am she was trying really hard to get me to agree it was time to wake up! Finally, as I saw the sun shinning in through the cracks of the darkening shades I conceded! 5:30am! Yikes! So needless to say she is now taking a nap!!! AHHHHH! SO I guess I will keep her up late if she is still doing better and hope that she sleeps until 7am like usual and we can get back to normal!! Pray for us!!! LOL!

Below is a short portrayal of how one mom describes being a mom to achild with special needs! I have seen this many times and decided to post it!

Keep praying! Costa Rica is less then 2 months away!! WOW! We are getting so excited!!! Believe...... Prayer Works!!!!

"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.


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