Splendid Mayhem: I Fell!

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.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

I Fell!

Today after we went lawn mower shopping we went for lunch. Parker has gotten very good at running away from us... ideas would be helpful!

He was running towards a very busy street, so I ran after him. I was coming down a wheelchair ramp and crashed. I honestly cannot say what happened. I think I blacked out?! When I landed, I couldn't move my right knee and had pain up to my hip and my toes were numb. I lost the nail polish on both "big toes" and managed to bloody my R toe, L foot, L knee, and R palm. We got home and I iced my knee, cleaned my "boo-boos", and napped once my pain meds kicked in. My knee still hurts and I'm walking around with the help of a cane :) I'm feeling about 80 tonight!!!

Ya know, when stuff keeps happening- ya just gotta laugh. I can't believe I tumbled down the wheelchair ramp and hurt myself! The waiter from the restaurant even came out to check on me! Lordy Lordy :)

1 comment:

DawnMay 10, 2009 at 12:22 PM
Ouch Jess! Just what you needed was some bad luck to add to all the other stresses. Cheese Whiz! Glad that Parker and you didn't end up seriously hurt though. Happy Mother's Day
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