The Special Mother.

I found this poem on a fellow bloggers site. It was posted there because she is a mother who knows the pain.   I hope it touches you as it touched me

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.


“Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia.”


“Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint…give her Gerard. He’s used to profanity.”

Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew.”

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.


“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.”


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

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.

Could I give a handicapped child a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel.”

God smiles.

“No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness.”

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.

God smiles.

“A mirror will suffice.”

Wedding Anniversary

July 5th .. yeah its been 11 super fantastic years .. with its share of bumps, humps and plenty of fun along the way. Whatever else I opt out for in another life, I still want the same husband and children. He is super duper great and they are just awesome. As always, we dont celebrate. Just to make it different, we treat the kids to a movie and dinner or something similarly excieting.

Much against my wishes we saw Terminator ~Salvation. Not all that fun for me, I prefered Transformers. Loved the movie. I would have prefered Ice Age 3. I am a sucker for any and all animation. 

Dinner was  Chinese at MOE. Twas lovely. Me and my adorable family. Just so perfect when everything underneath is going topsy turvy. Troubles come in 3’s. Got two, waiting for the third one.

The boys made these lovely drawings for us. The photos dont do justice to the sweet thoughts put in.

on my 11 th anniversary, Bilal age 10, Sawaab 8, Eman 7.

on my 11 th anniversary, Bilal age 10, Sawaab 8, Eman 7.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This one is from Bilal. His dad is his star, and yes his dad is pretty slim too.

This one is from Bilal. His dad is his star, and yes his dad is pretty slim too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It made me happy to see that my children identify muslim women with Hijaab. This is from Bilal. Ofcourse, He has stated why my face is "yellow" :)

It made me happy to see that my children identify muslim women with Hijaab. This is from Bilal. Ofcourse, He has stated why my face is "yellow" 🙂

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

my little Sawaab has his heart for his abba, he made us origami caps and horns. He also gifted back to me the Ikea coloring set I GOT him coz he felt art supplies would make me happy. awwww sho shweet.

my little Sawaab has his heart for his abba, he made us origami caps and horns. He also gifted back to me the Ikea coloring set I GOT him coz he felt art supplies would make me happy. awwww sho shweet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

eman thanked abba for helping us keep the house clean ! wow ! He took forever to draw all the details of the house, garage and courtyard !

eman thanked abba for helping us keep the house clean ! wow ! He took forever to draw all the details of the house, garage and courtyard !

When the kids are small, every little piece of their drawings, writings etc is such a treasure. The show cupboard in the dinning room is filled with such tiny treasures. Alot of people think it is junk and perhaps I should change the setting of those gifts, but hey, what the hell, they are my kids, this is my house, and those gifts are precious to me. And it also lets the kids know that everything they give us has a special place in this home. I know I am right. Do you think so ?