Tough Day

October 29, 2008

Tough Day

I had a tough day. My emotions got the better of me and I was so lonely & depressed. I still am. But, I felt love and support from my friends. I needed that. I also laughed hard with my friend, Kam.

I took these photos of Oliver this afternoon after physical therapy. I love how cute he looks sitting at the table playing with his bricks.

I especially like how cute he looks screaming for help while standing in the bucket of bricks.

Comments

Mystic Thistle said…

I'm so sorry for the tough day. I'm still reading your blog and thinking of you. I love these pictures. His face is awesome. I hope today finds you some relief and goes better.

October 30, 2008 at 7:57 AM

Unknown said…

I am new to your blog, a friend posted your Hundred for a House link as a MySpace bulletin, I plan to do the same. Your description of this being like a trip to Holland vs a trip to Italy was beautiful. I hope your day goes well and wish you and your family the best. -angela

October 30, 2008 at 9:54 AM

Pamela @ Frugal Vet Tech said…

((hugs)) I'm sorry you're having a tough time. I wish there was more I could do. You're in my thoughts and prayers. Thanks for sharing the pictures! Your children are adorable :)

October 30, 2008 at 4:24 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.