Thursday, May 18, 2006

The Beauty of Holland

I read the following a little while after Clare was diagnosed with Williams Syndrome. At the time, I thought it was an interesting comparison, but I was still in the depths of struggling with the new diagnosis and what it would mean to our life. I re-read it again today on another blog by a parent of a child with Williams Syndrome. Today, it struck me deeply. It expresses my feelings so well on what this journey with Clare and Williams Syndrome has been about so far. So to borrow from the words of another, here is the story:

The Beauty of Holland
by Emily Pearl 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 guidebooks and make your wonderful vacation plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very, 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 flight attendant 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 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 guidebooks. 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 awhile 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.'

And the pain of that will never, ever, 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.


Anonymous said...

Thank you, Sweetheart, for that beautiful sharing. Mom

Anonymous said...

That was beautiful. Personally, I love tulips!!!!
A fellow parishoner

Auntie Becky said...


Thanks for that.. it is very beautiful. I've never heard it before, but will never forget it.

Love ya!

Nancy said...

I can't even tell you how strange it is to have such the EXACT same hurts and joys as a "stranger," but it is wonderful, too, knowing that we are not alone in this. What an experience this is turning out to be! I hope your weekend is full of tulips -- always remember you have a friend in Holland.

Aunt Joan said...

Teresa - What a beautiful story. I hope you continue to see the beauty of 'Holland', as you always have. That is one of your many strong points, girl. Love, Joan