Our First Blog Post!
It is a celebration! Community Care Givers Pediatric Department is starting a blog.
Our blog will be devoted to Children,
Our goal is to educate, encourage, and have a little fun.
If you are not familiar with our company, let’s get acquainted. At CCG we believe that children are a special gift from God. We provide high quality pediatric home care for medically fragile children and their families. Because children are not “little Adults” all our staff is specifically trained in advanced pediatric care. Our high standards are evident in our hiring practices: all of our staff must complete a pediatric competency, training and evaluation, provide reference and pass background checks, and license/certification validation.
You may wonder who qualifies for pediatric home care? Children typically qualify if they have a tracheostomy, or a ventilator, chronic debilitating diseases which involve the child’s airway, or seizure disorders. You can check out our pediatric website at healthcareassociates.net.
I would like to share with you an article by Emily Kingsley, her son was born with down syndrome, she was a writer for Sesame Street.
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
Emily Perl Kingsley.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
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.