Chosen Mothers

God had a much different plan for me when it came to being a Mommy. My vision of being a Mom was so much different. But isn’t that what is so beautiful about our God? He choreographs the most beautiful dance with such highs and lows all the while strengthening you, humbling you, and perfecting you into the beautiful masterpiece he has planned. Then he takes such an imperfect woman and trusts her with such a precious, tiny, warrior. I will never understand why God chose me to be Owen’s Mom but I will for ever thank him that he did. On May 15th I walked through the doors of this hospital a much different woman and since then I have been forever changed. I can see things so much clearer. I will forever be thankful for the village that he has surrounded us with. We have angels praying for us and cheering us on from every corner of the planet! Thank you for being our constant and reminding us of God’s promise. Jeff found the following poem and I had to share it. Good night heart family. Looking forward to sharing a lot more firsts with all of you! 

The Chosen Mothers

By Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit.
Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses 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 Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard.”

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, “Give her a child with an illness.” The angel is curious. “Why this one God? She’s so happy.”

“Exactly” smiles God, “Could I give a child with an illness 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 wears off, she will 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 it’s own world. She has to make it live in her world an that’s not going to be easy.”

“But, Lord, I don’t think she believes in you.” 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 anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. 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.”