I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a
disability--to try to help people who have not shared this unique experience
to understand it. It's like this...

When you are 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. Finally your plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, `Welcome
to Holland.'

Holland?' you say. `What do your mean, Holland? All my life I've dreamed
of going to Italy.' But there has been a change in the flight plan. They've
landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is they
haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place.

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 realize that Holland has windmills,
Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they are
all bragging bout what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of
your life, you will say, `that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I
had planned.' But if you spend your life mourning the fact you didn't get
to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely
things about Holland."

-Author Unknown-


Something to think about...