Infected

October 03, 2008

Infected

The awful virus that just won't leave our house struck the kids once again. Last night was terrible. This morning was worse. Matt stayed home for a few hours to help me get them to the doctor and get the house cleaned up from their "work". It is going to be a long day and an even longer weekend. I think our grand plans of attending various local fairs is off and we will spend the weekend inside (on a beautiful weekend!) tending to ill children. Ah, the joys of parenting.

Comments

Mike and Sarah said…

I'm so sorry to hear your kids are still sick. Sick kids are NO fun. Hoping this awful virus is gone soon.

October 3, 2008 at 1:08 PM

kristi_temple said…

Praying for total health and wholeness. Be blessed.

October 3, 2008 at 3:40 PM

Lizze said…

I hope the kids feel better soon and Mom and Dad get some quiet time to recoop. *hugs to all*

October 3, 2008 at 11:04 PM

Mystic Thistle said…

Really hoping you are all on the mend...saying a prayer now.

October 4, 2008 at 7:18 PM

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.