Wednesday, December 29, 2010

New Pictures and Insight

Here are a couple of the pictures we were given yesterday of Noah!

Also, I saw this on another blog and on a few websites and I wanted to share. Although I am not yet raising Noah this describes some of the feelings I have had during this pregnancy. Hope this gives some a better understanding.

Welcome to Holland

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 beautiful Holland.


  1. That is amazing. I am sharing that with my co- teachers that work with kids with disabilities!! We should all visit Holland.

  2. AMEN!!! THAT is a wonderful analogy!

  3. Great thoughts! It is amazing what a change a perspective can do to how we see the world. I hope you have a wonderful adventure in Holland! I know a little boy who will love to take it with you. Making it the most wonderful trip of all.

  4. Mike said.... "It is very rare when we actually end up where we planned to go in life. The best we can do is to adapt, pray, and trust in God to get us where we need to be."

  5. My name is Brenda and I went to church(West,Texas) with Aarons family when he was about 10.I had a little girl named Jamie who was his same age and she was my visit to Holland! Aaron dosent remember Jamie but I'm sure Janna and Rick do. Jamie only lived 11 yrears but she touched so many lives and even today I'll find people that her unconditional love touched in some way during her short stay here. Noah has already began to change lives and do Gods work and you wont even relize it. Yours and Aarons faith is so strong and that alone is such a living testomony to others. You dear friend are in my prayers God Bless!! Brenda

  6. That is a beautiful analogy. Rarely does life turn out exactly as we planned. I love the last little paragraph about enjoying the very special things about Holland.