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Mothers of Disabled Children
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice,
a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly one
hundred thousand Women will become mothers of handicapped children.
Did you ever wonder how these mothers of Disabled children are chosen?
Somehow 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."
"Rudledge, Carrie: twins, patron saint ¼ give her Gerard. He's used to
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a blind child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a child with a handicap to a mother who
does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But has she patients?" 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'll handle
"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
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 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 blind
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."
"A mirror will suffice."
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