This is a little story I found whilst surfing the net.
The Special Mother
by Erma Bombeck
Did you ever wonder how mothers of disabled children
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.
"This one gets a daughter. The Patron
saint will be Cecelia"
"This one gets twins. The Patron saint will be
"This one gets a son. The Patron saint.....give her
Gerard. She'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?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience or she
will drown in a sea of sorrow 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 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
God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that.
This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness"
The angel gasps - "Selfishness? is that a
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from
the child occasionally she won't 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
"And what about her Patron saint?" asks the
angel, his pen poised in mid air.
God smiles "A mirror will suffice"
Here's another one we were given.
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by Emily Pearl
I am often asked to describe the
experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people
who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine
how it would feel - It's like this .....
When you are going to have a baby it's like planning a fabulous vacation
trip - to Italy say. You buy a bunch of guide books and make
wonderful plans. The coliseums, the Michelangelo David, the
gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in
Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation the
day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go.
Several hours later the plan lands. The stewardess comes in and
says "welcome to Holland". "Holland!!!"
you say, "what do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm
supposed to be in Italy! all my life I've dreamed of going to Italy"
But there's been a change in flight
plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't
taken you to a horrible disgusting place full of pestilence, famine and
disease. It's just a different place. So you must
go out and buy new guide books and you will learn a whole new language,
and meet a whole new group of lovely people you would never have met
It's just a different place.
It's slower than Italy, less flashy than Italy but after you have been
there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around and you begin
to notice that Holland has Tulips, Holland even has Rembrandt's.
But everyone you know is busy coming and
going from Italy and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they
had there. The rest of your life you will say "Yes,
that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned".
The pain of that will never go away,
because the loss of that dream is a significant loss. But if
you spend your whole life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy,
you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things