Thought some of you would appreciate this

Discussion in 'The Watercooler' started by Lothlorien, Dec 8, 2007.

  1. Lothlorien

    Lothlorien Active Member Staff Member

    My friend sent this after someone sent it to her. Her son is handicapped after being in a very severe car accident that almost killed him. This touched her very deeply.

    The Special Mother
    by Erma Bombeck

    Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice,
    a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.
    This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children.
    Did you ever wonder how these mothers 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 take notes in a giant ledger.
    "Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew."
    "Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia."
    "Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
    Finally he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a handicapped child."
    The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
    "Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who knows no laughter?
    That would be cruel."
    "But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
    "I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair.
    Once the shock and resentment wear off she'll handle it."
    "I watched her today.
    She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother.
    You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of it's own.
    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 just enough selfishness."
    The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"
    God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive.
    Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect.
    She doesn't know 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 witness to a miracle and know it.
    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 the air. God smiles.
    "A mirror will suffice."
     
  2. Hound dog

    Hound dog Nana's are Beautiful

    :crying:

    OMG

    That was beautiful.
     
  3. trinityroyal

    trinityroyal Well-Known Member

    How beautiful. That brought tears to my eyes.
    Thanks for posting it.

    Trinity
     
  4. tiredmommy

    tiredmommy Site Moderator

    <div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Lothlorien</div><div class="ubbcode-body">She will never be alone.</div></div>

    This is the part that brought me to tears. :crying: It's so easy to feel and cut off as the mom of a difficult child. Thanks Loth.
     
  5. slsh

    slsh member since 1999

    I've always loved this. But I *still* think He had me confused with- someone else!! :rofl:
     
  6. flutterbee

    flutterbee Guest

    Beautiful. :crying:
     
  7. Star*

    Star* call 911........call 911

    I think sometimes there was a hickup in heaven and I got the OTHER baby! I knew God thought I was strong - but WHEW/PHEW - steel is butter next to us ladies!

    That made me cry. -and giggle (the virtue part) lol

    Thank you
     
  8. Fran

    Fran Former Site Owner

    I'm with slsh, I don't see that person in a mirror. He has me confused with someone else.
    I'm just getting by holding on to the seat of my pants.
     
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