There’s a very famous poem called “Welcome to Holland,” written by Emily Perl Kingsley. It’s a beautiful poem if you haven’t read it.
To summarize, Kingsley describes what it feels like to raise a child with special needs. She says that planning for a child is like planning an exciting trip to Italy. But when your child has a disability, your plane winds up in Holland instead.
Holland isn’t as flashy or exciting as Italy. But it’s pretty, slower paced, and has windmills. And even though you really wanted that trip to Italy, you appreciate Holland for all of its beauty and serenity.
I used to love that poem. I would post it on my Facebook page and tag moms I thought would appreciate the gesture. I’ve even been sent that poem from time to time by well-meaning loved ones. And I appreciated the gesture. I still do.
But the truth is, in my house, autism is nothing like going to Holland. Autism isn’t pretty. It isn’t serene. It isn’t slow paced.
In my house, autism is more like trekking through the jungle without a map. It’s loud. It’s confusing. It’s unforgiving…….Click here for the whole version
By Meghan Ashburn
Meghan lives in Virginia with her husband and their four boys. They have a blended family. ❤ She graduated from Virginia Wesleyan College. She worked for five years teaching elementary math and science. When she gave birth to twins, she stopped teaching and never went back. She writes about parenting, life in general, and current topics in society.
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