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The Answer To The "Why Me?" Question

"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."

I found this story on another blog for a child like Leo, and wanted to share it. We took the kids on a walk today to enjoy the glorious weather. Just being outside in nature is healing. Hope everyone gets a chance today to just stop and breathe in the sun.  

Comments

  1. Beautiful story, Anna & Justin...Thanks for sharing :-)All your thoughts are very enlightening to myself and the many, following. And yes, what a beautiful day!

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  2. Anna, what a beautiful story. It definitely brought tears to my eyes as well as some laughter. What a wonderful mix of humour and pathos. Love to you all. I'm so glad that you are enjoying the beautiful sun and that Leo is getting a taste of it too. Hope to make it north again before too many weeks pass. Hugs.

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  3. You made me smile and cry and smile and cry. What a great story. Give the little lion hugs and love from me. Leo couldn't have gotten better parents. You two are amazing and inspiring parents. Lisa L.

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  4. It's nice to see them both in the same pram :)

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  5. Thanks for that beautiful story! Leo is a beautiful boy - Congratulations! He and his precious family are in my prayers. =]

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  6. Great story, and so true. Children looked upon by others as "handicapped" are just as unique and beautiful as any other child. Sometimes I think God sends them to teach the rest of us and to heal us, too. I already have learned a lot from little Leo -- that each moment is precious, that each moment when lived fully is an entrance into eternity.
    Love and prayers,
    Sheila

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