Happy Birthday, Oliver!!!

December 29, 2014

Happy Birthday, Oliver!!!

My handsome little boy is turning 8 years old tomorrow. He is staying with my mom for a few days whilst I tend to Waverly's needs. This will be the first time I am not with him for his birthday, which makes me so very sad. This beautiful old soul made a dramatic entrance. And his first few weeks on the earth were a fight, but he was strong and taught me that I can be strong. He is a kind soul who is slow to warm up, but once he gets comfortable he is always ready to hold your hand. He is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse's biggest fan. I worried that I could never love another child as much as I loved Waverly....and then I met Oliver.

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Unknown said…

Hope and pray that Waverly makes a full recovery. I think of your family often. ((Hugs))

December 30, 2014 at 2:09 PM

mao said…

Haven't heard from you in a couple of weeks. Makes me worry. Praying for your family. Hope things are somewhat better.

January 14, 2015 at 3:45 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.