Life in Holland: What Anna Thinks Of Father's Day

Sunday, June 19, 2011

What Anna Thinks Of Father's Day

It was a scream I hope to never hear again. It was about 3 am and the scream was piercing. I heard it and woke up and ran to check on Anna. She was sitting in the floor dazed and crying. I scooped her up and her only complaint was that her head hurt. She would not let me lay her back down so we slept for awhile in the recliner and then finally we moved back to my bed. She slept for a few hours and then woke up moaning. She wouldn't let me touch her arm and would point to her shoulder when I asked her where it hurt. She wouldn't move her left arm. I figured the arm was broken so I called Kenneth to see if he could come home and watch Gabe (because of course he was on duty- it is an unwritten thing that accidents will only happen when the spouse is on duty) while I took her to the ER. Carly had spent the night with a friend so she wasn't here. So off Anna and I went to the ER where they xrayed it and said she has a broken clavicle. They put her in a harness, wrote for some pain meds, and we were on our way. Happy Father's Day Honey- it's another medical bill to add to the pile.

We have been spending a lot of time at my friend Becky's pool lately (another plus to being in Denton). Carly is getting so brave and says she is ready to take up surfing. Gabe, on the other hand, would rather just lounge by the pool.

I may be biased but I think I have three of the most beautiful children on Earth!!

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~Praying Through Life~June 19, 2011 at 9:44 PM
Yea for summer fun...but BOO for broken bones! And yes, your kids are adorable!
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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.