Welcome to Holland

This is a very special story to me because it describes everything that I feel in my heart of hearts. I cry every time I read it. I know that I posted this to facebook and that some of you may have already read it, but I know that there are a few of you who are not on facebook and have not read this poem. This is for you.

WELCOME TO HOLLAND

By Emily Pearl Kingsley

"I am often asked to describe an 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 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 has 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, filthy place, full of famine and disease.

It's just a different place.

So you must 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 a little while,

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."

The pain of that will never, 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.