What will the week bring for me? Adventure, mystery, fiction? lol! Isn't life interesting?
One thing about this blog thing I have to get use to is the fact I have to get use to the feeling like I am talking to myself. Sharing thoughts that most likely will not be read. What makes one blog more interesting than another? Maybe content? What made me pick the blogs I follow? Some because I know them but the others because of interest.
lol.....I do like Waldorf dolls. But to me they are beautiful craftmanship that just captures something from a time that has past and captures a piece of now. They also speak more to my children than the store bought plastic doll. I am not saying we do not have store bought toys but these dolls have become part of the family and are so loved. I am always entering in comment style contests to win a doll. I would love to win one so I could give one to a friends child. I think they would love it and speak to them since they seem to like ours. But with money I can only give it if I win it! lol! Gosh......sounds so cheap on my part!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Is There Anybody Out There?
Beautiful day spending it with my family, running into more family and just enjoying how the day evolved!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Welcome to Holland
Welcome to Holland! -By: Emily Perl Kingsley
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 guidebooks 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 some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. 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, 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."
The pain of that will never, ever, go away, because the loss of that dream is a 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.
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 guidebooks 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 some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. 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, 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."
The pain of that will never, ever, go away, because the loss of that dream is a 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.
Manuel
I love being a parent but I wish I had a Manuel.
I have so mush information and decisions to make that I am fearing that I will make the wrong choice or miss the perfect choice that will help my child.
Overwhelmed seems to be an understatement and wouldn't it be heavenly if your child or children came with their specific Manuel that told you exactly what to do and when to do it. Kind of like directions mix in with this idea.
Out of all the things I wish for, I wish that my children will think I am a good Mom, that gave them wonderful childhoods and in turn made them happy, healthy, feeling like they can reach their personal goals and paths in life.
I am told that I have to decide what is best for my child but I am questioning what is best. Will I pick right?
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