We love to travel but we usually only go as far as our local back yard attractions. But have you ever gone on a vacation and ended up somewhere completely different than you planned? When I moved to Louisville as a young teenager, my Mom, brother and I would hop in the car and just start driving. We didn’t have a clue where we were going, we just went exploring. Then Mom would hand us the map and tell us to get home. It was a great experience learning to read a map and learning to find home.--more-->
Holland or Italy?
Sometimes in the summer, my husband and I will load up the car with drinks, snacks, the camera and the gps and head off a day trip. We usually have a general idea of what we’re going to do but we keep it flexible in case we find a side trip that looks more exciting.
Sometimes travel takes you to places you never dreamed you would go.
A friend of mine has a child that was born with hearing loss. Their journey is not what they planned but when you talk to them, you know that they have discovered a special treasure in their child that they could never have planned for. Recently she shared this poem with me that I know some of you can relate to.
Whether you have a child with a disability, or an unexpected twist in your life we all get the choice to decide that we love our new location or waste our time wishing we were not in Holland but in Italy.
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
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. Read the rest of the poem.
Have you traveled to Holland or to Italy by plan or by detour? No matter the destination – I hear the experience is amazing!