It’s just horrifically twee! And possibly it reminds me of the first time I heard it at an NCT class, naively blase about the fact that it would never be relevant to me 😏. I’m struggling to find the Ikea one I read once. I’ve found this, which may or may not be the one I remember. I still like it though!
“❤ ❤ ❤ The Ikea Story ❤ ❤ ❤
by Shana Anderson, Reeve's Mom and Founder of Reeve's Tees
More than a decade ago, my husband and I bought our first house together. It was empty and bare. I was so excited to go pick out the perfect furniture to make it a home. A friend came over, and said, "Have you ever heard of Ikea?" she asked. "You really need to go there."
"No," I said, "what is it?"
My friend replied, "It's a furniture store. It's about a 3-hour drive, but you just have to go."
"Is it nice wooden furniture?" I asked.
"No - it's mostly particle board furniture," she replied.
"Will we save money?" I asked.
"Not really," she said, "You will probably spend more than you want to."
"Does it come assembled?" I asked.
"Oh no - in fact, you have to go to the warehouse, find the boxes, load it into your car, come home and put it together yourself with hard-to-follow instructions and tiny tools," she replied.
"Oh - and you and Jason will probably fight a lot when trying to put it together!" she laughed.
I furrowed my eyebrows: "No offense, but Ikea doesn't sound so great... Long drive, cheap furniture, more money, lots of work, and fighting with my husband...hmmm... why do we need to go there?"
"Just go,” she replied. “You'll see…”
We went and only then did we understand.
You go to Ikea thinking that you are "buying furniture" but pretty soon you are eating meatballs, taking a circuitous path through a museum of modern design, and seeing new ideas that you had never considered.
Ikea opened new doors for our family. My son fell in love with their wooden trains and soon began an entire train collection. Ikea inspired me to set up a home office so that I could work remotely and spend more time with my kids. And Ikea encouraged my husband to redo the cabinetry to make our home more functional.
In addition, while walking the aisles of Ikea, I found many treasures that I didn’t even know existed. Three of my most cherished possession from Ikea include: a garlic masher, a back pack that fits perfectly under an airplane seat, and a long shoe horn that helps me squeeze into my favorite pair of boots. Near the exit were economical and highly functional blue Ikea bags made from tarp material (which I now use daily for my errands) and piping hot cinnamon rolls.
Unlike what I originally thought, Ikea wasn't about furniture - it was about unexpected inspiration and discovering things that I didn't even know that I needed or wanted.
I wouldn't have understood unless I had gone.
So why is this Ikea story worth telling?
Because Ikea is the best analogy that I have for trying to explain what it is like to raise a child with Down syndrome.
Down syndrome has two parts: 1) the condition and 2) the experience. Just like Ikea furniture - the condition itself has a lot of undesirable features - genetic issues, medical complications, intellectual disabilities, etc. - yes, that's all there.
And "raising awareness" isn't about trying to convince people that Ikea furniture isn't particle board. It is. There are a lot of difficult parts of Down syndrome that make it a hard way of life. I'm not here to say those challenges are great. They aren't.
But I feel that my job in raising awareness is sharing about the second part - the experience.
It is part of your life that is so hard to imagine until you are in it. The gifts are so heartfelt and unexpected, you can't even describe them. And you don’t recognize that you need them until they appear and somehow seem to fit. These unexpected inspirations sometimes change your life path, and you end up finding people, situations, and meaningful endeavors that you never knew existed if it had not been for your child with Down syndrome.
You discover things that you were not looking for like genuine friendships, a sense of community, and renewed spiritual trust. The gifts include a new depth of emotion, a sense of purpose, vulnerability, love, pride, fear, faith and some of the richest parts of the human experience.
I would never have even thought to ask my friend "how are the meatballs and cinnamon rolls at Ikea?" - because who knew there would be meatballs and cinnamon rolls at a furniture store?!?!?!
Likewise, I didn't know to ask my doctor, "what will I learn from raising a child with Down syndrome?"
Friends, I tell you there is unexpected magic and uncountable blessings hidden in that little extra chromosome that my son Reeve has. We celebrate him and all of his friends with Down syndrome because they bring an immeasurable richness to our world.
If I had one wish for the act of “raising awareness,” it wouldn't be that everyone understood the condition of Down syndrome, but rather that more people became genuinely curious about the experience of Down syndrome.
Ikea may not sound ideal based upon “furniture” standards, if the furniture were any other way, the Ikea experience would not exist. The same is true for raising a child with Down syndrome.”