Welcome to Our House - The Analogy ©

Having a baby is special. For some, it’s a lifelong dream, for others, a wonderful surprise. Either way, many of us have thought about taking this journey and whether it’s planned or a pleasant surprise, we all have preconceived ideas about what our child will look and be like. But what if it isn’t what we planned or expected? This is a short story I have written for parents who have or are expecting an exceptionally special child.

Welcome to our House – An analogy

After many months of dreaming, you finally decide it’s time. You are going to build that perfect house of your dreams. You have saved and saved, and now it’s time to put your plan into action. You find a wonderful, perfect piece of land in the city. It’s exactly what you are looking for – because it’s the plan that everyone talks about. You envision the all brick house sitting on luscious green grass, surrounded by a white picket fence. Inside is a marble foyer leading into a family room with beautiful oak hardwood floors. Granite lines the kitchen counter tops and there is an island sink in the middle. Upstairs has four perfect bedrooms and the master bedroom has an ensuite bathroom and an enormous walk-in closet, of course. It’s truly a dream come true, and it’s only a matter of time. You purchase the land and think to yourself, in nine short months, you will have it all.

But suddenly your agent calls to tell you, the land is not properly zoned, and the city has not approved it for building your perfect home. They have instead, given you land in the country, where an old country home sits. You are absolutely devastated, your dreams vanishing right before your eyes. You know you can’t back out now, you need a place to live, and despite it not being what you wanted, you know that somehow you will manage and that you can continue on.

You tell everyone what has happened, and everyone is disappointed, some even offering their condolences. You know that everyone else has a nice city home, and that was what you had planned, but you have to come to terms with the fact that you must learn to live in the country.

You go to see the property every month until closing and something funny happens. You start to fall in love with the place. The air is fresh, it’s peaceful and serene. There’s a pond on the land, and the house, though not a new all brick home, is quaint, and has lots of hidden potential. You soon realize it’s not a awful place, it’s just a different place. It’s slower paced than the city, less noisy and flamboyant, but it’s beautiful none the less. And in the process, you soon realize you may even get to meet some new and wonderful neighbours.

Its closing day and you suddenly find yourself full of anticipation, but you are still a little worried. After all, it isn’t what you had originally hoped for, and the house may need some repairs. But you are determined to accept it, and tackle everything one step at a time. You open the front door, and suddenly you are thrilled with what you see. The house is lovely, and has lots of character. The rooms are smaller but it’s decorated with beautiful attention and detail. The kitchen has marble instead of granite, and the bathroom has a soaker tub instead of a Jacuzzi. There isn’t a walk-in closet in sight, but the rooms all come with an indescribable view. Somehow, you just know that it was always meant to be and that this is now home.

This is my analogy of what it will be like for people who discover that they will be caring for a baby with Down syndrome. For us, it is not a terrible place to be, it is a journey full of surprises, milestones and discovery like any other child. And as the story suggests, sometimes it’s only a matter of ‘point of view’, and surprisingly, once you have been there, you don’t want to be anywhere else. The journey, like all others doesn’t come without some bumps in the road, but once you find your way, it’s all about the place you discovered, in most cases - quite by random chance
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Sunday, April 11, 2010

My Journal - Week 34 (11Apr10)

The first real word....

Okay - I know as I sit here to write this on the blog, that many of you will probably not believe me, and so with that in mind, I have "backup".  What am I talking about?  Hunter's first alternative word other than Momma and Dadda....

Yesterday evening, just after 9:00 pm, Hunter started his ritual of babble, babble and babble some more, then Mummm, Mumm, Mummm.  Now I know clearly this means, I am ready for my Milky Mommy... and so I asked Daddy to start getting it ready for him.  At the three minute mark, when the warmer starts to beep - I am at the point of saying to Hunter (like I have said so many times before) "Milk is coming" and or "Bottle is coming..." and as I said Milk to Hunter this time, I got an outright "MILK" out of his mouth.  At this point, since he is in my arms, I can hear it loudly.  But, it wasn't just me who heard it.  I said to John, "did you hear what I just heard???"  And John, despite being in disbelief, said he heard it... MILK.  Now every parent knows, proof is not having either two parents hear or see something... someone else must witness the sacred event... and thank goodness, Grandma was in earshot, and said she had heard it too (My backup!).  We all could not believe what we heard or just had witnessed.  But, having said that - I know from experience, this little boy is a mimicker.  From copying Daddy doing raspberries or popping his lips like I do at him, copying a word is not far off the mark in terms of understanding him doing it.

Hunter is nearly eight months old, this 15th (which will be this Thursday).  I am truly amazed at his copying skills, and his ability to surprise me when he does it.  Now, while I am happy and tickled pink that he has said his first word, couldn't it be something other than MILK?  Honestly I thought his first word would be "NO!" - as so many do say....  But we have tried to limit the amount of times we use the word "No" so that wouldn't be his first word.  I guess that was a success!


Yay Hunter!  Mommy & Daddy are so proud.

2 comments:

  1. I am so happy for you and even happier for Hunter! I am still waiting for Sweet Pea to say mama even if it isn't directed at me!

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  2. Hunter is doing extremely well!! Buddy's first word was "car" and that was 36 tears ago.

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