tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post6869031567379722011..comments2023-10-01T09:21:07.655-04:00Comments on My Three Sons: There comes a point when you just have to laugh or you'll cryAngelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387011004798871747noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-24984102186444080302010-02-26T07:50:35.903-05:002010-02-26T07:50:35.903-05:00Angela, One of our mutual BZ buddies sent me to yo...Angela, One of our mutual BZ buddies sent me to your blog the day you had a link to Nella's birth story. Thank you so much for that. It moved me in ways I can't even begin to describe. I have poured over the other entries in that blog...it's addicting! I wanted to share this poem with you in case you didn't get a chance to get to that part of her blog. (Your life is a tad hectic these days! ;) ) I hope you like this, and I hope it gives you some inspiration too. Good Luck in the next couple of weeks!<br />Monica (Mikayla's Mom from BZ)<br /><br />WELCOME TO HOLLAND<br />by<br />Emily Perl Kingsley.<br /><br />c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved<br /><br />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......<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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."<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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." <br /><br />And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.<br /><br />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.Monicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09281064547219858748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-72712529958979717682010-02-24T12:49:59.782-05:002010-02-24T12:49:59.782-05:00I love Andrew's perspective! And I think that ...I love Andrew's perspective! And I think that is how God speaks to us in those times to remind us how simple it all is even in the midst of our crash and burn days!Kellyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02006161278905764659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-29828398785340547982010-02-24T12:47:56.899-05:002010-02-24T12:47:56.899-05:00I'm so sorry...hang in there. I wish I had mo...I'm so sorry...hang in there. I wish I had more words...Branton Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02346957098637410566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-71051906946578226082010-02-24T09:45:31.600-05:002010-02-24T09:45:31.600-05:00I'll cry for you, since that's all I seem ...I'll cry for you, since that's all I seem to do these days.<br /><br />I got your text and wanted to congratulate Andrew on his first ear infection! Welcome to the club, buddy.<br /><br />When I had reflux really bad as a pregnant woman, it made me feel like I was choking and suffocating. I wonder if that's why Benjamin is screaming, the pain but also the fear? It's kinda terrifying sometimes.<br /><br />Hang in there. Things get better. Right? Right?Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11324063002043240075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-71036594898828953332010-02-24T08:36:53.611-05:002010-02-24T08:36:53.611-05:00{{{hugs}}}}{{{hugs}}}}Julie Julie Bo Booliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02106650181796688080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-22642646361365632242010-02-24T04:12:48.223-05:002010-02-24T04:12:48.223-05:00Oh Angela, I would have cried and then chucked a t...Oh Angela, I would have cried and then chucked a tantrum and then cried some more! You have more grace than anyone I know. <br /><br />This is what a friend of mine would call a "Chicken Soup Situation". She's Jewish and holds a firm belief that just about everything can be cured with Chicken and Matzo Ball soup. If I lived near you, I'd make it and then come and do your folding. Since, I'm the other side of the world, I'll send up an "arrow" prayer instead. Meredy xo.count it all joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14708861124077922586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-70170392070053639162010-02-23T21:58:15.774-05:002010-02-23T21:58:15.774-05:00I was feeling your pain and then you made me reall...I was feeling your pain and then you made me really laugh when you mentioned the Purple Store. That's a good one! Thanks, I needed a good laugh! :)Tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03813218657482168582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-11915973632032751312010-02-23T20:58:13.379-05:002010-02-23T20:58:13.379-05:00Break out the Buffet! "If we couldn't la...Break out the Buffet! "If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane!"JILLnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-81849663776739440512010-02-23T19:28:34.634-05:002010-02-23T19:28:34.634-05:00I totally would have cried about it. Hope things t...I totally would have cried about it. Hope things turn around quickly for you! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-41057707343953772442010-02-23T19:26:53.190-05:002010-02-23T19:26:53.190-05:00Aww...: (
Sending big hugs, my friend. Hang in th...Aww...: (<br />Sending big hugs, my friend. Hang in there.<br />xoLauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00128989346808056402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-22183963072595917502010-02-23T18:43:47.302-05:002010-02-23T18:43:47.302-05:00I thought Cherry Limeades were red? LOL. I did t...I thought Cherry Limeades were red? LOL. I did that once with a strawberry limeade and it went all in my Louie Vutton. Hope the boys get better.Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14495729691311101299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592657854650237223.post-85382669784049408912010-02-23T18:20:11.369-05:002010-02-23T18:20:11.369-05:00oh I would have cried. You poor thing! You & ...oh I would have cried. You poor thing! You & Matthew should escape for the weekend :)Todd and Courtneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13602215733001747233noreply@blogger.com