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A Gift from God

At first glance
you were so small
I hardly saw a baby at all,
with tubes and wires
a frightening sight
but you were in for a
big fight.
Not even two pounds
just skin and bones,
your body so small
with problems so big,
but you fought hard
and continued to grow.

So many fears
So many tears.

You are home now
and growing big
I love you dear,
more than words can say.

A miracle baby
A gift from God.
You showed the world
You showed us all.

For Kellie Christine

John 14:1-4, Isaiah 49:16, Eccl. 11:5, Psalm 139:13-18, I John 3:1-2, & II Cor. 4:7-11

Too soon you left your Mother's watery embrace,

Too soon you sprung from her internal nest,

Too soon the gift of you unwrapped...

And yet, sweet child, you were on time.

On time to tell of Cradling Palm and Giver of your name,

On time to force to trembling knees witness of unseasoned clay,

On time to wish our pulse and breath into your fragile frame...

On time, sweet child, on time.

And what of tomorrows - yours and ours?

Of dreams long held and dreams unspun?

What of the Promise with which you came?

The Promise lives, the Promise waits,

To enfold you in His strong embrace.

From distant worlds you arrived on time

To a place prepared you shall return, in time.

And of the interval in-between?

And through each eternal spring?

You'll share our hearts, our love, our faith,

O precious child, who came on time.

~~ 2000 Sharon Morcos ~~

Posted by ANONYMOUS on June 26, 1998 at 23:59:25:

My baby was born today,
It's a boy.
My husband and I have a son.
There is no joyous celebration, yet.
The cigars will have to wait.
We are hopeful, but still so afraid.
The first 24 hours are the most critical.
For both my boy and me.
The pain shots come every three to four hours, as needed.
I float in and out.
Faces swim before me.
I try to say,"is he okay?"
There are nods and small smiles that don't quite reach their eyes.
Polaroids are placed in my hand.
It's a baby, my baby.
Looking so tiny at only 31 weeks.
Hooked up to all those wires.
The doctor is here, I think.
He tells me that they are doing all they can, for both my baby and me.
There is no time to worry for me.
For those pain shots keeping coming.
I am no longer just me,
For what energy I have left is for that baby,
My baby, so tiny
Struggling for each breath that he takes.

The minutes turn to hours and then to days.
"Can I see my baby, now?"
Finally, there is a yes.
I am wheeled into the NICU by my husband.
He already knows the way.
I am parked in front of a small isolette in the corner.
My husband smiles and says, "there he is, our son."
I hear the love in his, the pride.
And I can also see the new worry lines around his eyes.
That he can not hide.
I take my first real look at my baby,
"He's beautiful!"
"It's me, Mommy. I love you."
Inside I say, I'm so sorry I let you down.
You should still be growing inside me.
We should have had more time.

The nurse smiles and introduces herself.
Reassuring words are spoken,"Your son is a fighter, he's doing great.
Why don't you wash your hands and then we will get started on your NICU orientation."
My husband lathers up first, both hands all the way up to the elbows.
Minutes pass by, then he says, "you're next."
I wash my hands as he goes over and opens the small windows of the isolette.
He speaks to his son, "Buddy-man, it's me daddy. Mommy is here, she can't wait to meet you in person."
Gentle hands reach out and touch the baby.
I join him and together we marvel at our creation, wires and all.

I have son.
He is beautiful, inside and out.
He is strong and brave.
He not's home with us, yet.
In our hearts, we know he will be soon.
He has taught his parents so much in such a short time.
That each day is a miracle,
A celebration,
An affirmation of life.


To realize the value of one year:
Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize the value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet

To realize the value of one minute:
Ask the person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize the value of one-second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To realize the value of one-hundreth of a second:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.

Heaven's Very Special Child
(Author Unknown)

A meeting was held quite far from Earth
"It's time again for another birth,"
said the angels to the Lord above.
"This special child will need much love.
His progress may seem very slow.
And he'll require extra care
from the folks he meets way down there.
He may not run or laugh or play.
His thoughts may seem quite far away.
In many ways he won't adapt
and he'll be known as handicapped.
So let's be careful where he's sent,
we want his life to be content.
Please Lord, find parents who
will do a special job for you.
They will now realize right away
the leading role they're asked to play.
But with this child sent from above
comes stronger faith and richer love.
And soon they'll know the privilege given
in caring for this gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge, so meek and mild
is Heaven's very special child."

I Am the Child...

I am the child who cannot talk.
You often pity me, I see it in your eyes. You wonder how much I am aware of...I see that as well.
I am aware of much...whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient, full of love and desire, or if you are just doing your duty by me.
I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express myself nor my needs as you do. You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times.
I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated.
I do not give you answers to your everyday questions,responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world around me.
I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards....
great strides in development that you can credit yourself, I do not give understanding as you know it.
What I give you is so much more valuable...I give you instead, opportunities.
Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine, the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities, the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible.
I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions, creating questions with no answers.
I am the child who cannot talk.

I am the child who cannot walk.
The world sometimes seems to pass me by.
You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like the other children.
There is much you take for granted.
I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh, I've dropped my fork again.
I am dependent on you in these ways.
My gift to you is to make you aware of your great fortune your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself.
Sometimes people appear not to notice me...
I always notice them.
I feel not so much the envy as desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent.
I give you awareness.
I am the child who cannot walk.

I am the child who is mentally impaired, I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick.
What I do know is infinite joy in the simple things.
I am not burdened as you are with the strife and conflicts of a more complicated life.
My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you the gift of simplicity.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.

I am the child with a disability.
I am your teacher.
If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life.
I will give you and teach you unconditional love.
I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you.
I teach you respect for others and their uniqueness.
I teach you about the sanctity of life.
I teach you about how very precious this life is and about not taking things for granted.
I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams.
I teach you giving.
Most of all, I teach you hope and faith.
I am a child with a disability.
Author Unknown

by Carol Turkington
Having a child born with a disability is like planning a trip to Italy, getting of a plane and landing in Holland. "But I don't know anything about Holland!I don't want to stay!" you say, but you do stay.
You go out and buy some new guidebooks, you learn some new phrases, and you meet people you never knew existed. The important thing is that you are not in a filthy, plague infested slum full of pestilence and famine. You are simply in a different place than you had planned. it's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy, but after you catch your breath, you begin to discover that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips.Holland has Rembrandts.' But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy. They're all bragging about what a great time they had there, and for the rest of your life you will say, "Yes, that's what I had planned." The pain of that will never go away. you have to accept that pain because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. but if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't go to Italy, you will never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.


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 a deliberation. As her observes he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint Matthew." "Rudledge, 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 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 is a sea of self-pity and despair, once the shock and resentment wars off, she'll handle it.

I wantched 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 it 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 enought 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 that 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 ever 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.

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