Mothers
of Handicapped Children

by Erma Bombeck

A mother; This parent
heaven sent by choice; a few by social pressures
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? Some how 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.
"Armstrong, Beth,
son. Patron saint Matthew.
Forest,Marjorie,
daughter, Patron saint Cecilia.
Ruttledge, Carrie, twins,
Patron saint... give her Gerard- he's used to
profanity."
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?" Asked 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 anger and resentment wear
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, and that's not going to be
easy.: "But Lord, I don't think she believes
in you" God smils, "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 reallize it yet,
but she will be envied. She will never consider a
step ordinary, when her child says
"mommy" for the first time she will be
present at a miracle and know it; when she
describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child,
she will see it as few people ever see my
creations."
"I will permit her
to see clearly what 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 everyday 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 mid-air God smiles, " a mirror
will suffice."
 
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