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."
Her progress may seem very slow,
Accomplishments she may not show
And she'll require extra care
From the folks she meets way down there.
She may not run or laugh or play
Her thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways she won't adapt,
And she'll be known as handicapped.
So let's be careful where she's sent
We want her life to be content
Please, Lord find the parents who
Will do a special job for You.
They will not 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.
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"I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child
with a disability-to try to help people who have not shared that unique
experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this.....
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous
vacation trip-to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make wonderful plans.
The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some
handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You
pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The
stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?" you say. "What do
you mean, Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm suppose to be in Italy. All of my
life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in
Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken
you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and
disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guidebooks.
And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of
people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower paced
than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and
you catch your breath, you look around...and begin to notice that Holland has
windmills... and Holland has tulips... and Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and
they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the
rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was suppose to go. That's
what I planned." And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever, go away...
because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss. But...if you
spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be
free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.
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a
special girl born with Polymicrogyria (PMG)
