how mothers of special children are chosen
a friend tagged me in this note on facebook and i just wanted to share this with you all made me cry it surly is just gorgous
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. This year, hundreds of women will become mothers of special children.
Did you ever wonder how mothers of special children are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over the Earth selecting His instruments of 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’
‘Forest, Marjorie, daughter, Patron Saint, Cecilia.’
‘Rutledge, Carries, twins. Patron Saint, Gerard.’
He’s quite used to profanity.’ Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles.
‘Give her a special child.’
The angel is curious. ‘Why this one, God? She’s so happy.’
‘Exactly,’ smiles God. ‘Could I give a special child to a mother who does not know how to laugh? That would be cruel.’
‘But does she have 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 shock and resentment wear off, she’ll handle it.’
;I watch her today. She has that sense of self and independence that are 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 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’ll never survive.
Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn’t realise it yet, but she is to be envied.’
‘She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step to ordinary. When her child says ‘Mummy’ for the first time she will be witnessing 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 the day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is by my side.’
‘And what about her patron saint?’ asks the angel, his pen posed in mid air.
God smiles. ‘A mirror will suffice.’
