Två barn springer.
Det ena för att skolan är slut. Det andra för att inte bli skjuten.
Två barn ler.
Det ena för att matteprovet gick bra. Det andra för att det klarade sig ifrån en bomb.
Två barn gråter.
Det ena för att det inte fick en mobiltelefon. Det andra för att föräldrarna dör.
Två barn i världen.
Det ena är 10, det andra blev bara 9.


Det är sällan värt att länka till AB men nu är det de:

lite rolig

‎4år: mamma kan allt!
8år: mamma kan mycket!
12år: min mamma kan faktiskt inte allt!
14 år: mamma fattar ingenting!
16år: mamma är hopplös!
18år: Hon där? Hon har gått ut på datum!
25år: mamma kanske vet lite om detta!
35år: Innan vi bestämmer oss, frågar vi mamma!
45år: undra vad mamma ...tycker om detta!
75år: Jag ön...skar...att jag ...k..und..e fråga mamma om detta!

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 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...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 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.

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