Life in Holland: My Treasures

Sunday, October 19, 2008

My Treasures

We went to the Pumpkin Patch yesterday. I was so excited to finally get to go this year. 2 years ago I was at a wedding shower that I did not want to miss and last year I was enjoying those fine days of never ending hospitalization. We all had a great time and were all worn out by the time it was over. It is refreshing that people still do things like pumpkin patches and keep them affordable so that most people can enjoy them. It was also nice to see so many parents out there with their kids and really enjoying their kids. I think sometimes we get so wrapped up in our

daily lives and getting the kids up and dressed and off to school and so on that we forget to really just enjoy them. Maybe not everybody is that way but I know I am guilty of it a lot of the time. Kids are given to us as a gift and we should love and enjoy them as such. (Don't get me wrong,

there are still those days when I want to hang them up by their toes!) I just see my friends who would give anything to have a child and it makes me realize how lucky I am for the 2 I have and how I need to treasure them!!

2 comments:

a-styleOctober 20, 2008 at 10:05 PM
Such beautiful girls! You done good girl... Halloween is almost here!
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AnonymousOctober 22, 2008 at 9:50 AM
Cute pictures! I'm glad y'all had fun!
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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.