We dont know the exact extent in which our lives will be changing, but we are faced with the harsh reality that it is changing...The 1966 Mustang that Josh bought Ethan that sits in our driveway -- he will never get to drive it.....the days of watching him play sports are over....will he ever have a girlfriend? His own family? Will he get to truly experience some of lifes most precious moments? As a parent these thoughts kill me.....I came across this poem today and it helps to realize that somehow some way we will make it through this. When youre going to have a baby, its 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. Its 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! Im supposed to be in Italy. All my life Ive dreamed of going to Italy. But theres been a change in the flight plan. Theyve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they havent taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. Its 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. Its just a different place. Its slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after youve 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 theyre all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say Yes, thats where I was supposed to go. Thats 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 didnt get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 18:21:16 +0000
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