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Thursday, May 6, 2010


Most women become Mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit, following in the steps of their own Mothers. This year nearly 100,000 women will become Mothers of "Special Needs" children. Did you ever wonder how Mothers of Special Needs children are chosen? Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His Angels to make notes in a giant ledger. Armstrong, Beth, son, Patron Saint Matthew.  Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, Patron Saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, Patron...... Give her Gerard. "He's used to profanity." Finally, He passes a name to an Angel and smiles, "Give her a" Special Needs" child." The Angel is curious, "Why this one, God? She's so happy." "Exactly," smiles God. Could I give a"Special Needs" child to a Mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel. "But has she patience?"asks the Angel. I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it. "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a Mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy." "But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has enough selfishness." The Angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?" God nods, "If she can't separate herself from this child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child that is less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a "spoken word." She will never consider a "step" ordinary. When her child says "Momma" for the first time she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see.... Ignorance, cruelty, prejudice.... and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side." "And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the Angel, his pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, A mirror will suffice." "HAPPY MOTHERS DAY" to all the Mothers of" Special Needs" children out there.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Erma Bombeck year 1968 


The Rustic Victorian said...

What a beautiful post.
Thank you

Mic said...

Thank you so much for sharing that with me. Yes, the world is small in blogland and kindred souls are just a post away from discovery. Thanks for leaving your comment on Late to the Party. Let's keep up with each other's blog!