I AM FEELING COMPELLED...

To post a special poem tonight. It is down below the short story.

A sweet friend sent me a blog to read the other day and I just can't stop thinking about it. It consumes me...
I find myself visiting a few times a day to read & look at the beautiful picture's.

If you have ever wanted to know what an experience it is to have a child born to you with Down syndrome, this is the place to find out. Kelle will tell you in every detail. She will tell you unselfishly with passion and love what you may have longed to know. Please take a moment to view her blog.

I am providing the link for you:enjoyingthesmallthings

Special Moms

Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children 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 make notes in a giant ledger.

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, "Could I give a handicapped 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 self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she will 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 just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?" 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 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 miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."

"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 she is here by my side."

“And what about her patron saint?” asks the angel, pen poised in midair.

God smiles, “A mirror will suffice.”