Grandma & Nana at the Tower of London

November 18, 2007

Grandma & Nana at the Tower of London

My mom and Nana arrived yesterday morning with much fanfare, but alas no luggage. We spent most of the day here - Waverly was VERY excited to have her Grandma visit. Then we ventured down to Oxford Street for some shopping and dinner. Today we braved the cold and visited the Tower of London. We had a great time, with some of the best hot chocolate in the world. Unfortunately, still no luggage.

Comments

Ellen said…

I'm so glad you have visitors!!!

November 21, 2007 at 9:58 PM

Laura said…

What fun - sorry about the luggage though. (And where do they sell the best hot cocoa in the world? Mark the address so when we get to London, we'll get some!)

My family begins arrival for the holidays in a few weeks. It's been a long time since I felt like a kid at Christmas, but with these "gifts" coming, it's hard not to feel positively giddy. Christmas can't come soon enough!

November 29, 2007 at 5:38 AM

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 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.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.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.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.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."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 didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.