Happy Easter from Marrs!!!
And because its not a special occasion unless you set balloons free…
It was a wonderful day!
Although, thinking about that, maybe the title isn’t as politically correct as it once was.
But don’t fret.
I’m not speaking of a quick shot of (insert your favorite beverage here).
In this case, I mean on more bump in the cold and flu season that will just never end…
You guessed it.
Ickiness is making its way through the house again on Marrs.
First down was Danny.
Then I started to have a tickle in my throat….
Katie started to feel yucky yesterday evening…
And all you have to do is look at Jack. His rosy cheeks are a pretty good indicator that he is next….
Have I mentioned yet how ready I am for summer? And warm temperatures? And no school? And summer???
It can’t come soon enough on Marrs.
And the tulips are starting to pop. First in the grocery stores followed by the ones in my yard.
I didn’t used to love tulips as much as I do now. You could say its because I grew up with hibiscus and honey suckle That is was green all the time and the only major flower of spring were the orange trees blossoming out.
But now I have winter. The tulips popping out the ground, even through the snows that we will still get, reminds me that winter will end.
Tulips are a hopeful flower to me.
(If you are mom to kid that’s different, you know the next reference I am going to make. Being given a copy of Welcome to Holland is almost a rite of passage for us special mommies. My copy lived on my fridge for almost a year…)
But for those of you typical parents, tulips also remind me of how my life is different.
Not worse, just different than what I had planned. And that even this very different journey is beautiful.
I share every year, usually when the tulips arrive on Marrs.
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
Emily Perl Kingsley.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
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.
I tell you.
Crazy Colorado spring.
I don’t mind the snow too much when I can also get outside and the temperatures can justify shorts to help soak the vitamin d into my very tired of winter body
And it’s melting!!!
Signs of green are beginning to show them selves…
I was able to get out for a run and a long overdue oil change today. As I was waiting for my car…I wandered over to the thrift store.
I scored new chairs for my dining room table. For almost free. It’s a good thing too, because my last almost free chairs are falling apart.
I think they look super cute.
I just love spring!