Welcome to Holland

I will join the many families posting 31 for 21 by listing "Welcome to Holland" as one of my favorite symbolic poems.  It was written by Emily Kingsley to put into perspective what life with a child with special needs is like.  It was first given to me when Ethan was in the NICU at Valley Children's Hospital.  I immediately fell in love with the message.  I connect with it so much that when it came time for me to cover up my tattoo, AKA:  act of stupidity by a certain 18 year old, I wanted to pull the symbolism of Holland into the new tattoo.

What the tulip portion of the tattoo represents:
3 Tulips because, we are a family of 3, I am one of 3 sisters, and Ethan has an extra 21st chromosome, AKA:  Trisomy 21  AKA:  Down syndrome.  You will notice that there is one tulip that is a different color for the extra chromosome.  And, obviously, tulips grow in Holland.

WELCOME TO HOLLAND

by

Emily Perl Kingsley.

c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

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.