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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Monday, January 2, 2012

My Journal - Week 124 (02Jan12)


I don't have great excuses for not posting during these festive weeks, except that Hayleigh was in the hospital from having had Pneumonia, Hunter had the stomach flu (which has turned into the chest congestion flu), our Holland Lop bunny "Squeaky" had an advanced progressive brain disease called Pastorella (which required that we put her down),  my wedding band snapped at the base where it was originally cut for sizing.... and then the usual obvious - hectic crazy last minute shopping, wrapping and delivering of gifts, traditional Christmas Dinner with Family at my Cousins home.  Welcome to my "crazy" life.  Did I mention my daughter still believes night is day and day is... well day?

Many more "crazy" things have happened, which for the record made me conclude that "Murphy" (as in Murphy's Law) should be removed from my "friends list"....  BUT, where there has been discord, there also has been insurmountable joy, watching my two little babies enjoy Christmas.  This year Hunter "understood" what was happening and it was wonderful for me to see him finding that joy in opening gifts and seeing his eyes go wide with excitement with the realization that he now has "new" toys to play with!  It was also amazing to note that Hayleigh's first Christmas was filled with love and closeness of Family and Friends.  I'd like to take a second to thank everyone for the lovely gifts that my children received.  Each one was obviously thought out well and with my kids personalities in mind.

On a more personal note, I have renewed my passion for taking "professional type" hobbyist photographs - Believe it or not, besides being the "Mommarazzi" that I am, I love to photograph more than just my family.  Did I mention I discovered that the term "Mommarazzi" which I thought I coined last year with my girlfriend Penny, already exists in "Print"?!  Someone wrote a book in 2009 and published it.  It currently sits on the shelf in the photography section in Chapters.  I did NOT purchase it.

I decided that I would only post my more "professional type" images in my websites: Random Moments Photography (Blog & SmugMug) and keep my more intimate Family photos in here - Welcome To Our House.  So with that in mind, here are some more recent photos of the kids and Christmas.

They look alike....


Last minute shopping....

I'm getting fixed up for Christmas

Daddy and I are getting hair cuts!

Thought a brush might work.

Check us out!  The final products!

Mommy let us open our stockings before Christmas dinner!

It's awesome!  Thomas Train!

Thomas note book and crayons!

I need a little help opening this!

Hayleigh opened her stocking....

Santa brought her some goodies!

I think she likes the string though....

She's concentrating very hard on her stocking.

I like the pretty purple ribbon.

I'll give my Thomas Train a big Kiss!
Dinner time!  Yum, Christmas Turkey!

Uncle Andrew is showing Hayleigh the Christmas Tree!

Christmas Crackers are for pulling, not eating Hayleigh!!

Check me out!  I am getting down to "Party Rock Anthem", my new fav song!
Hayleigh saying Goodnight to Great Aunt Daphane
Finally home.  A quick story from Daddy's new book before opening gifts.

Some of our many wonderful gifts!
I apologize for the literal and actual bombardment of so many photographs.  I know many of you have been waiting to see them.  I hope this put a smile on your faces, it certainly did mine - except that I created this post at 5:17 am.  Such is my life!!  And so now - I bid you a temporary farewell and to all, a good night!

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