Monday, February 1, 2010

Welcome to Holland

Below is something I've read many, many times before over the years.  It is always worth passing around one more time.  I copied & pasted it.  It speaks volumes.  I get comments all the time of oh, I couldn't do that.  Do what?  There have been many ups and downs w/ our kids over the years but I think that is true of any family really.  Ours is no different.  We have many disabilities here but that does NOT change who we are as a family.  We for one love Holland.  It is a different way of life here some days.  And that's okay.  We like our life just as it is.  (okay, ask me that question after another snow day happens here--LOL)  Hope you enjoy the poem.  I read this poem more and more as we dive deeper and deeper into the adoption journey.  We're awaiting three more "Holland Natives" to come home.  We always dreamed of having a baby in our home.  Every single adoption journey has taken us away from that.  It's not where we originally wanted to go either.  It's a different place, but a good place. We have been led each and every single time to adopt the older, special needs orphans.  And each and every single time, we started our journey toward wanting to have one baby in the mix.  Just one.  And though it has never happened, it doesn't mean we haven't enjoyed this journey we are on.  It was not the original path we were going to take but it is a beautiful path nonetheless.  Here's the poem:


Welcome to Holland

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.

1 comment:

  1. I truly love this blog entry of yours. It describes my life exactly. You have a way of describing every day, normal life and making it sound divinely intriguing. I am blessed to have found your blog.

    - Stephanie