Raising Mikah: Our Journey with a 14q Deletion: The Simple Woman's Daybook~February 9th

Monday, February 9, 2009

The Simple Woman's Daybook~February 9th

FOR TODAY...

Outside my window...the snow is melting and our yard is a muddy mess.

I am thinking...of my husband and his back pain.

I am thankful for...my daughter's singing her songs she has learned at AWANA. She is worshiping God with her songs and doesn't even know it yet.

From the learning rooms...we are taking the day off.

From the kitchen...noodles, hamburger, sauce and cheese. Yummy!

I am wearing...jeans and a t-shirt.

I am creating...a plan.

I am going...no where else. I have already been to the chiropractor to drop my husband off and to the library and back to the chiropractor to get my husband and home. That is enough traveling for one day for me.

I am reading...The Centurion's Wife and A Charlotte Mason Companion: Personal Reflections on the Gentle Art of Learning.

I am hoping...the my husband hears from the company he interviewed with last week and receives a call for another interview.

I am hearing...the faint sounds of a Pooh Bear movie and my son chattering.

Around the house...there is trash to take out, floors to sweep and toys to be picked up.

One of my favorite things...hearing my son laugh and seeing his adorable smile.

A few plans for the rest of the week: finish reading Matthew, fill out more financial help papers, grocery shopping...

Here is picture thought I am sharing...

Just reminiscing...This is my son, Mikah Alexander, a few hours after he was born. How precious.

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THE SPECIAL MOTHER by Erma Bombeck

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, Matthew. Forest, Marjorie: daughter; patron saint Cecilia.

"Rutledge, 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," says God. "Could I give a child with a handicap to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But does she have 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'll handle it."

"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 witness to 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, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."