Našla sam ovo jednom davno negde na net-u, sad prebiram po kompu i nađoh. Da se ne izgubi.
The Special Mother, by Erma Brombeck
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 handicapped children. 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.
“Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint…give her Gerard. He’s used to profanity.”
“Forrest, Marjorie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia.”
“Rutledge, Carrie; twins. 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, “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 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 her own world. She has to make her 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’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 will know it!”
“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 if 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.”
5 thoughts on “The Special Mother”
Wow! Ostala sam bez teksta. Neverovatno dirljivo i neverovatno toplo.
Već sada znam da nikada neću zaboraviti ovu priču.
Ja svaki put plačem kad ovo pročitam.
I zaista mnoge stvari su upravo takve, lepo vidiš
i ne možeš skoro ništa protiv toga, to je jednostavno tako. Naučiš da živiš sa tuđim “čudnim” pogledima.
Ivana, pa ja sam ovo citala pre par meseci, i do tog teksta sam dosla upravo preko linkova u jednom od tvojih postova , cini mi se… Ili si imala ovaj link medju “favourites”, ne secam se tacno…
I da, prica jeste dirljiva, ali secam se da sam i kada sam je prvi put procitala, pomislila na tebe uz reci: svaka joj cast na njenoj hrabrosti i snazi. To i sada mislim.
Tekst je stvarno dirljiv.
Ja iskreno moram da kazem koliko se tebi divim.Na snazi i hrabrosti,na recitosti i nacinu na koji vladas stvarima,postovima,na izrazito sirokim vidicima,na stavu,i na prelepoj devojcici koju imas.
Toliko od mene.
@ Aurora, hm… moguće, ne sećam se, ajde potražiću.
@Aurora, bubice, hvala vam obema na lepom mišljenju.
imam još sačuvano takvih tekstova, pa ću ih staviti sve, napravila sam novu kategoriju, idem sad i stare postove na “tu temu” da stavim u Inspiration.