I thank God everyday for the gifts he has given me!

I subscribe to Parenting Special Needs Magazine (http://www.parentingspecialneeds.org/) . This issue has a story in the beginning which I want to share with you! (P.S. you might need tissues)

The Special Mother

by Erma Bombeck

Did you ever wonder how mothers of disabled children

were chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over the 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.

“This one gets a daughter. The Patron saint will be

Cecelia.”

“This one gets twins. The Patron saint will be Matthew.”

“This one gets a son. The Patron saint.... give her

Gerard. He’s used to profanity”

Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles,

“Give her a disabled child.”

The angel is curious, “Why this one God?

She’s so happy.”

“Exactly,” smiles God. “Could I give a disabled child

to a mother who does not know laughter?

That would be cruel.”

“But has she patience?” askes 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 him 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 justenough selfishness.”

The angel gasps - “Selfishness? Is that a virtue?”

God nods. “If she can’t separate herself from the child

occasionally, she’ll never survive. Yes here is a woman

whom I will bless with a child 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 any ‘step’ ordinary. When her child says

“Momma” for the first time, she will be present at a

miracle and will know it! I will permit her to see clearly

the things I see... ignorance, cruelty, and 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

if she is here by my side.”

“And what about her Paton saint?” asks the angel, his

pen poised in mid air. God smiles, “A mirror will suffice.”

This touched me. I have always believed in GOD. He is awesome and in control. Even when I think I am doing things my way. He has alway made a way to provide for us. I love all the gifts he has given me and for the things he has planned. Life isn't easy it, never has been. It has made me who I am, a blessed child of God.

I am going to cuddle, one of his greatest gifts because she isn't feeling good and can't tell me whats wrong.