Welcome to Walmart.

Welcome to Walmart- Holland for Autism
When your child gets diagnosed with a disability, they give you some antidepressants and a copy of Emily Perl Kingsley’s “Welcome to Holland.” She’s a mother of a child with Down syndrome who, by all accounts, is the shiznit. I’d go into detail, but then you’d compare me to her, and I’d hate for someone as well known for being awesome to be taken down a notch or two because of my own awesomeness. You understand.Anyways. This little metaphor is PERFECT for when your child gets diagnosed with Down syndrome. PERFECT. It’s short, so I’m going to paste it here:

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.

Okay, so cute right? But it doesn’t quite work for children with autism. So I rewrote it (aaaand you’re welcome):

Having a baby is going to Costco on a Tuesday morning with your executive membership. It’s quiet and the isles are wide and clean. People smile at you and some even give you high fives. There’s treats on the end of the isles for you to try. The cashiers talk to you and call you by name. If you’re lucky, Pete on isle 5 will say your name in his breathy sultry voice (I have no idea what that part has to do with parenting, but I liked it). Now, getting through Costco isn’t always easy. Sometimes you get stuck behind a silver-headed centenarian who still uses a check but doesn’t have an ID because they took her drivers license long ago. If it’s your first time to Costco, it could be overwhelming. There’s a LOT of stuff in there. You get confused. You get lost. You ask people around you and they are happy to help you on your way. Because they’ve been there before. Costco is even more challenging when you have other kids to take with you. But you’ll make it through- because it’s worth it in the end.

So you think you’re headed to Costco. Everything seems normal. You take the same roads. But when you get there BAM! It’s a freaking Walmart. You don’t want to go to Walmart. You’ve heard about it. More and more people around you have been having to go to Walmart. You don’t want to be a part of that club. You have an executive membership to Costco, dammit! But in you go. The isles aren’t wide enough for you to get around the meth head who’s hotwired the motorized cart. It’s loud. It’s frustrating. People don’t look you in the eyes. There are no treats on the end of the isles and no one gives you high fives. They mostly just keep away. Your anxiety seems to peak and you head to the nearest dark corner in the store hoping to lie down in the fetal position and rock a little. But you can’t. Because the floor is always dirty. You can’t take a break at Walmart. You’ve just got to endure.

You find your way around and realize it’s not ALL bad. It has lots of perks. Inside, you meet other Mom’s like you. Who found themselves at Walmart. They are some of the greatest people you’ve ever met. Occasionally, a stranger will walk by and smile, and it means more BECAUSE you are at Walmart.

Your friends will call you from Costco and tell you all about how wonderful it is. You’ll be sad that you can’t be there with them, too. But you’ve realized that in many ways, Walmart is better than Costco, you just have to REALLY look hard to see. There’s much more variety. There’s more depth. You can buy 100 goldfish, everything you need to make pretty jewelry and milk in one place! You didn’t know there could be so much good stuff in one store.

But Walmart isn’t always easy. It’ll always be loud. It’ll always be claustrophobic. But in the end, you’ll find that your a much stronger person from having to go to Walmart than if you had to go to Costco.

And now that you’re there, you’ll take some time to walk to the furthest back corner and find the mother who is looking for a place to lie down and rock back and forth. Help her.

24 thoughts on “Welcome to Walmart.

  1. I tried to read this before Church, and for some reason it wouldn't load. After Church is was a lot more poignant, since there had just been a shoot out at the local WalMart. Here's hoping your special needs children remain gun-free!And imagine the wonders of eternity with those special needs children, which will be infinitely better than finding the nicest Costco with the greatest samples located on the outskirts of the most gorgeous city in Italy. (Did I ever tell you about the woman I visit taught who was trying to cheer me up about being almost thirty and still single? She pointed out that there were hundreds of thousands of fine young men who had been killed in wars while they were young and single who would need good wives in the eternities. It didn't help me much, but I hope you're mature enough to find comfort in contemplating the eternities.)

  2. When I think about Abby, I think you will always have constant love and a sweet girl, no matter her age. I can't wait to have conversations and do crafts with her. When I think about Casey and know what a loving boy he is, I think you will be the only mother who gets hugs from her child even during the awkward years, and will no more about sharks than anyone! (sharkintologist?)I am happy that Casey is in your home, it would be sad if he was with a family who didn't love him and root for him like you guys do. Your poem was awesome and very well said. Call me if you need to get in the fetal position and rock. I'll take you to Qdoba, they have nice benches and you can stay seated while I order your food.

  3. Talk about great writing! I loved both of those stories and I love you. And I love Heather, whomever she is and Pam and Amy and all those sweet girls up there that take care of you while you take care of them. Thank you. Thank you for shopping at wallmart. It's so hard to be there.

  4. I loved this! It sums up my feelings exactly. I would love to link to it. (I just started a blog about my son… Yours is way better though! 🙂

  5. I loved this!! Thank you for posting about something that makes me scared to contemplate, but you help me see the real blessings that go along with the hard stuff.

  6. I think this was the first "funny" autism related thing I ever read. Thanks for the laugh (i won't lie, there may have been a tinny tear)You inspired me to start "Mommy Buddy" from the planet Autism ;)Sincerly,Your long time stalkerTracy

  7. This was actually very funny. I had found Welcome to Holland when my now 16 year old Aspie was four and yes it did make me cry. I like your version too. For some of us though, who never got the chance to go to 'Costco', it's hard to imagine that alternate reality. My world is different than theirs and there is no route to get there. Thanks for the post!

  8. Sorry but I hate the Holland story. I have a Ds baby girl, and I got that story from 10 people, and was "have you read Welcome to Holland" another 50 times. Maybe I need to get over it, but I didn't need people who never went to "Holland" tell me what going to "Holland " was going to be like. Their only experience was this story, and it didn't resonate with me. I love the end where you say go help the other Mom in the corner. Thanks for your versio.

  9. I dont think you're the only one who doesn't identify with that story. I think there are a bunch of you in fact. You should form super sweet cult. Not sure why. It's sort of my answer for anything. I should start a cult.My friend pointed out something I forgot and should add…that the damn Walmart employees, those paid to help, don't or won't or don't know what the hell they're doing.

  10. You must truly have been a great stalker, because I had no idea. Have you found the funny blogs? Extreme Parenthood, Yeah, Good Times and the like? They are fantastic!

  11. Funny – there are plenty of moms of kids with DS that don't agree with Welcome to Holland. But, to me, all analogies have to be taken for what they are and not nit-picked. That said, I think this one is one of the best "re-writes" I've read – and I have a kid with DS, not autism. Although, in reality, I find Costco just as overwhelming – if not maybe more overwhelming – than Walmart … although the floors are indeed much cleaner …

  12. Oh, yeah, Lexi, you definitely should add that stuff about the employees who are supposed to know how to help! That would be the icing on the cake. I love your Walmart version waaaaayyyy better than the Holland version!

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