|SHARING SOME PINK in a WIRE TEACUP ARRANGEMENT, ALL OTHER PINKS ARE FROM THE HEART. THIS IS A SHARED STORY OF A PURPOSE FILLED LIFE FULL of PINK LOVE and HAPPINESS|
|I PRESENTED THE CHECK TO JACK BENNY 1971 and I WAS 3 YEARS OLD, I GUESS I WAS KIND OF A MOVIE STAR! MOM and DAD THOUGHT I WAS!|
|MOM and DAD WERE PROUD, I HAD TO WALK A LONG WAY! THIS WAS HELD ON THE 4th of JULY 1971 SPONSORED by THE LONG BEACH FIREFIGHTERS for CHARITY THEY HAD A GREAT SHOW. HOBO KELLY and THE FOUR FRESHMAN WERE THERE, I GUESS I WAS A MOVIE STAR AFTER ALL!|
|I WAS ALWAYS SMILING|
|WE WENT CAMPING A LOT|
|ELKS LODGE EASTER EGG HUNT, I WANTED TO FIND ALL THE ORANGE EGGS!.|
|I WAS POSTER CHILD FOR UNITED CEREBRAL PALSY|
This is dedicated to all Mothers and Grandmothers of "Special Needs Children" I am and always will be a Mother of a Special Needs child, he now is an adult and I still have him in my care and will as long as I am able. I'm also a Grandmother of a Grandchild with Special Needs . I was given this from a newspaper article written by "Erma Bombeck " when I was about 25 years old. I received this from another Mother of a Special Needs child and had no idea of the road ahead of me and that certainly was a good thing. As it has turned out my son is a "Gift" and Blessing and provides purpose to my life. 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.
|I BELIEVE IN SANTA! DO YOU?|