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by Erma Bombeck |
Most women becaome 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 mothers of
handicapped children are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth
selecting his
instuments for 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...give
her Gerard. He's
used to profanity."
"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."
"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."
Finially 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 to a
mother who does not know laughter? That
would be cruel."
"But she has patience?" asked the angel.
"I don't want her to have to 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 her 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 seperate herself
from the child
occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes,
here is a woman whom
I will bless with a child less 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
a 'step' ordinary. When
her child says 'Momma' for the first time,
she will be present at
a miricle, and will 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 if she is
here by My side".
And what about her Patron saint? asked the
angel, his pen
poised in mid-air.
God smiles, "A mirror will surfice."