Waverly Says Mommy

November 22, 2009

Waverly Says Mommy

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Misty said…

So sweet! Congratulations!!

November 23, 2009 at 10:33 AM

Cari said…

she's too darn cute!

November 23, 2009 at 5:47 PM

Anonymous said…

Yipppeee!!! Keep taking the videos! There's a sparkle in her eye, or maybe a swagger, of pride. Her world may be a restricted one, but it is happy and fulfilling. Love, nm

November 23, 2009 at 7:59 PM

Anonymous said…

Fantastic! That made my day - thanks for sharing.

November 23, 2009 at 8:07 PM

s.a said…

Fantastic. How wonderful that you will have that on video forever.

November 24, 2009 at 3:18 AM

Sharon Hicks said…

YAAAAAYY!!!! Rejoicing with you in the sound of this sweet voice. A gift.

November 24, 2009 at 5:20 PM

Jenkins said…

That is wonderful! So great to hear that and your excitement!

November 24, 2009 at 9:25 PM

Kim said…

I love it! I love how she looks at you like, "What, mom?" I think it's so precious. :) I am glad you got it for posterity. :)

November 29, 2009 at 9:25 PM

Erin Sindle said…

The joy in your voice brought tears to my eyes, Shannon. I'm so glad you were able to record such a previous moment.

December 5, 2009 at 3:11 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.