Holland.

In this past year, we've met amazing people on our journey with Jackson. Smart people; people who dedicate their lives to helping kids grow and meet their potential. I've spent the morning thinking of them, as I stuff small bags of goodies for the holiday for each 'special person' who works with Jackson (wow, there are a ton!). I am doing so, thinking it's a very small token of appreciation for the countless hours they're spending with my kiddo and how very thankful we are this holiday season that they are part of our lives.

A few weeks back, someone sent me a link with a story that a mother wrote about her child after learning they had a disability. It keeps popping up in my mind and I am so compelled to post it because it couldn't be more true; and, each of these people are serving as tour guides on the side streets of Holland. In the spirit of the holidays with all the sharing and giving, I share with you: Holland.

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"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 guidebooks 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 some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. 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."

The pain of that will never, 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."

Written by Emily Perl Kingsley