So…..some people don’t like this story. Particularly some parents of newborns with special needs. Not all parents. But some. And I can understand that. As a 30 something year old man with SB, I have a different perspective now with the hindsight of Life Experience, but I can understand those parents point of view. They are going through a very difficult time with their little one. I can imagine. Your kid is 6 months old, has already had surgery after surgery, endless nights in the hospital, complications left and right….they’re thinking “fuck Holland!” They love their kid, but man…fuck Holland. “I wanted to go to Italy. Why aren’t I in Italy?” They love their kids more than life itself…..but they do get tired of the hospital. And they read this story and some parents get a little pissed. They say this story is just telling them to be “happy happy happy” all the time, always, all day, all the time. To just suck it the hell up and be thankful for your child and just be happy. Don’t be angry. Don’t have moments of “why me?” Don’t be negative in any way.
And sometimes you can’t do that. When your kid is 2 and can’t tell you his shunt might be broken…..fuck Holland. When he is 6 and 7 and 8 years old, and can’t do the things other kids do, and kids make fun of him….fuck Holland. Even as he gets older and misses some high school due to surgeries, and all you wanted was Italy. At this point, not for yourself, but for him. Fuck Holland.
But I don’t think that’s what this story says, and I don’t think you need to be happy all the time. Have your “why me, why my son, why my daughter” moments. Life is tough with a child with special needs. Hell, from what I know, life is tough with a baby, period! The late nights, the crying, no sleep, ear infections. It’s tough with a baby. Let alone a child with special needs. I remember what I went through as a kid! The surgeries, the ER trips, the complications, the pain….can’t imagine what it was like for my mom and dad to watch me go through it!
So….no….I don’t think this story is saying that it’s easy, or that you need to be happy all the time.
Here’s what I do know tho…..35+ years after being born with the most complex birth defect you could have and still survive, after everything I’ve been through….I would still very much rather be alive than not alive! Not that Life is easy, not that this summer’s surgeries didn’t mess with me and continue to mess with me and my head. Stress and anxiety have been through the roof some days. It’ ain’t always pretty. But I’d still rather be here than not. Life doesn’t suck. All in all, life doesn’t suck. I’m remarried, hell even my previous marriage gave me great memories and experiences, and now I’m with a great woman who fits better in my Life Puzzle, I have a handful of close friends who would do anything for me and I for them. Life has it’s struggles and it’s ups and downs, but man, it’s still good to wake up every morning and be alive.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
~English mystery writer Agatha Christie
Thank you to my mommy who didn’t know she would be having a child with SB, not in the mid 70’s, and thank you to all the mommies out there who chose to have their kids when given the prenatal diagnosis, as I’m sure many of you were.
And now, 35+ years after I was born, I’d like to share with you what happened when my own mom first read this story, about 10 years ago. She started crying. A lot. And through the tears, she said, “I would never give up my Holland. For 1000 Italy’s, I never would’ve given up my Holland. He grew up and while he will always be my son, he also became one of my best friends.”
All together now: “Awwwwwwww” ❤
The other thing she said it did tho, was make her stronger. She is one of the strongest people I know. And she said that it was because of me. Because having a child with special needs, and having to be so strong for him when he was in surgeries or the hospital at 6 and 7 and 8 and 9 (and 19 and 20 and 21 and 37) made her better able to handle pretty much anything. She said it gave her the backbone some other people just don’t have. Having to be the advocate when I was too young to advocate for myself, having to stand up to doctors who wanted to do something crazy that she didn’t agree with, having to be strong for me when I was just terrified. She talked about how whenever life hits her with other issues and other problems, she would think to herself “Ha! That’s it?! My son has almost died like half a dozen times, and this is all you got now?! Bring it!”
so….moms….dads….you don’t always have to be happy, you can break down and lose it whenever you want….I don’t think Welcome to Holland tells you not to. But just know that eventually, your kid will grow up and be a 37 year old sometimes pain in your ass O:) who made you a strong person, better able to handle anything. And at 37, hopefully a pretty good friend to you. ❤
I like Welcome To Holland…..
I like Holland too. A lot.