Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Crazy Times.....

Its been a few crazy weeks since I blogged last. Kantons eye is doing wonders, you can hardley even tell anything happened to it, other than it still is a little pink at times.
Since having his surgery he's been pretty unruly. This summer he has done so well and has made so much progress, but the surgery has caused him to regress a little. His temperment is more edgy than usual. And for those of you that dont know, Kanton is a bitter (he bits himself, not others.) He had been doing so well, but now he is bitting again. So times have been pretty difficult around our house.
I have been looking forward to Kanton going back to school. Hopefully that will help give him a little more struction and get him back on track.
Today was orientation and he starts tomarrow!!! I am so excited.
So I was checking out some friends blogs yesterday and found this most amazing little story that really hit home for me and I wanted to share it with all of you.
Thank you so much Natalie for posting this to your blog!!!

For Chosen Mothers

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures,
and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of a child
with special needs. Did you ever wonder how mothers like this 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.
"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron saint, Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron saint,
Cecelia. Rudledge, Carrie, twins. Patron saint... give her Jude. He's used to profanity."
Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a child with special needs."
The angel curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy." "Exactly", smiles God. "Could I
give a child with special needs 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 seal 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 him live in her world and that is not going to be easy."
"This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angels 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 realize it yet, but she's to be envied. She will never take for granted a
'spoken word'. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says "Mama' for
the first time she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or
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, her pen poised in mid-air.
God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

After Reading this on my friends blog, it sure made me realize that no matter what our trials are in this life, Our Heavenly Father loves us and he has a plan for us. And he will always be there no matter what this crazy world throws at us.
Love to you all......

2 comments:

Nat Lud said...

You are definitely the type of mama this poem was written for. You are a great mom and Kanton is so blessed to have you! (And I think it goes both ways!) School definitely helps Brea's behavior. Totally. Hope he has a great school year!

Marilee Belnap said...

Nikkie thanks for sharing that...It is such a wonderful thought that our heavenly father loves us and is there for us through all of these tough times.