Splendid Mayhem: My Phone's Guna BLOW!

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 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.

Friday, October 3, 2008

My Phone's Guna BLOW!

My Mommy sent out a MASS text message this morning to remind everybody and their dog to text me and tell me Happy Birthday!

I had 191 texts in my inbox last check! Thanks to all of you who have wished me a Happy Birfday :) I'm a ripe 'ole 24 today!

5 comments:

DawnOctober 3, 2008 at 7:17 PM
24, oh lord you're so old. *rolls eyes*

Happy birthday dear sweet Jessica! Have a wonderful year.
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SheilaOctober 3, 2008 at 9:17 PM
Happy Birthday Jess! Oh, you make me feel sooooo old!! Hope you had a happy day!
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KieraOctober 3, 2008 at 9:35 PM
Happy Birthday Jess! 24 wow -- I remember my 24th... wait... maybe I don't... that was so many years ago. I am with Shelia, I feel old ;)

I hope you are having a great one!!
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* ~ *Jessica* ~ *October 4, 2008 at 2:58 PM
Thanks :) Glad I could make you all feel young again ;)
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ErinOctober 5, 2008 at 2:25 AM
Happy (belated) Birthday! I probably won't make you feel quite as young, but 24 isn't old at all! Hope it was good! :)
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