Anyone with a kid with Autism (or any disability) would probably be aware of the essay ‘Welcome to Holland.’
The basic premise is you are packing for a holiday to Italy and then when you get off the plane you are in Holland and you just have to make the most of it.
And that is what it is like to have a kid with a disability. Just different to what you planned for.
If that crap makes you feel better then AWESOME, but it just pissed me off and it has been over ten years since I read it. And I am still annoyed.
Personally, if I paid to go to Italy and ended up in Holland I would be fucking pissed off and demand a refund no matter how many fucking tulips you offered me.
If you ask me it is like being dumped, blindfolded, into a bar fight in the middle of a country that you don’t speak the language nor understand the very foreign customs. Naked. Eventually you get out of the bar, find some clothes, and get to learn the language and customs but it is a hard fucking slog.
But you do it cause you have to. Because you adore that little butthead.
So imagine my mirth when Boo announced that he had decided to research the country Holland. Those playing at home would know that when Boo randomly decides to learn something – Hebrew, drums, Academy award winning films, The Bee Gees – he researches the SHIT outta it and becomes an expert.
After regaling me of tales about Edam cheese and something about a queen and other shit that I was TOTALLY listening to cause I am awesome at parenting, I mentioned that tulips come from Holland.
So Sunday afternoon found us in the garden centre – Boo holding his nose from all the fertiliser smells -purchasing tulip bulbs, pots, potting mix and pretty plants to fill the pots in the meantime.
And a watering can. In one of my favourite colours.
I am fucking GARDENING. In the DIRT. And OUTSIDE in the NATURE.
The shit I do for this kid…
He loved every second.
And is looking forward to his own little piece of Holland in the spring.
I’m not looking forward to when he discovers the FOOD. Smoked eel and super salty liquorice is not my idea of cuisine. Blerg,
*photos taken by Boo. Cause he is so fucking PROUD.