Rock Chalk Babyhawk: Bowling, tea parties and keeping clean

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Bowling, tea parties and keeping clean

As you probably all know, this was our big Pediatric Stroke Awareness Bowling Event Weekend. The event went really well, other than the monsoon that slowed traffic to a crawl right before start time. We raised over $5,000 - which was our goal - and everyone reports having a great time! It was a really rewarding experience and we appreciate all that everyone did to help and all that everyone gave to support our cause. We plan to have this event every year, so start practicing for next year!

Paper Boat Photography was there capturing the fun and sent us this little teaser this weekend. More photos later!:

Now some funny stuff from our little rock star. She hosted a tea party the other night with a very big and furry friend:

This is one of her FAVORITE things to do these days:

We have the cleanest garage in town:

Have a great week everyone and thanks again for your support of our cause. Remember to spread the word about pediatric stroke and all of the wonderful things CHASA does for our families. And Happy Mother's Day to all of the special moms in our lives. Hope you kicked your feet up and relaxed for at least a minute this weekend!

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Welcome to Holland

by Emily Perl Kingsley

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 Holland.