Welcome To Holland by Emily Perl Kingsley
Pre dosta vremena sam na net-u slučajno naišla na ovaj tekst.
Kad sam ga prvi put pročitala, plakala sam…
I svaki sledeći put suze bi same krenule…
Da se ne izgubi, evo ga…
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 Coloseum. The Michelangelo’s 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.
©1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved.
Tata je vodio Vanju danas u Pozorište.
Odavno nisam ništa pisala. Pa nije se baš nešto specijalno ni dešavalo, a i malo sam zauzeta drugim stvarima.
Farbaćemo jaja.
Već neko vreme mislim o tome da Vanju upišem u neko obdanište, makar na sat-dva dnevno, da se malo socijalizuje. U obični vrtić je ne bi primili, samo u one koji imaju razvojne grupe. U sredu smo bili kod psihologa, i on mi je dao neke informacije o jednom takvom vrtiću u našoj blizini.
Vanja nosi nalepnicu/flaster/patch na oku zbog strabizma. Nosi ga svakog dana, i to obično ujutru od kad se probudi, pa do popodne, oko 4-5 sati popodne.
kad je blog u pitanju. Ništa mi se ne piše.
Sinoć prvi dan nismo popili lekove, i nećemo ih više piti, bar za sad.