Chasing Shadows

Chasing Shadows

* Just a little business to begin my post. Please feel free to pass on or create a link to our blog. We figure the more people out there who become aware of our story, the better for Waverly. *

We are still in PA. We are hoping to hear back from insurance and CHoP with Oliver's test result within the next 2 days. This waiting has been terrible. We feel like we need to be doing something, but we are stuck. Today we did take Waverly down to our local park. She loves running around in open fields, chasing her shadow and picking up every stick she can find. Matt and I just followed her around, chasing her and picking her up after her many falls. We just enjoyed the moment with her. We have a car arriving this week from Idaho. My beautiful Aunt Donna & Uncle Ed gave it to us as a gift and my Uncle Guy & Aunt Tari arranged for it to be delivered to us. Thanks to all of you!! It is so nice to not have to think about that specific need anymore. We are just taking things one day at a time and trying to focus on one step at a time.

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Hummel Family said…

That's awesome about the car! God is awesome!

Still praying...

March 31, 2008 at 11:05 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.