a poem for all mums with special kids

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Registered: 11-18-2004
a poem for all mums with special kids
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Mon, 11-22-2004 - 6:20pm

I read this poem today and it tugged my heart,I hope it can offer something to other mums

Heavens Very Special Child

A meeting was held quite far from earth
"Its 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
Accomplishments he may not show
And he'll require extra care
From the folks he meets down there

He may not run or laugh or play
His thoughts might seem quite far away
In many ways he won't adapt
And he'll be known as handicapped

So lets be careful where he's sent
We want his life to be content
Please Lord, find the parents who
Will do that special job for you

They will not realise straight 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 privelidge given
In caring from this gift from heaven
Their precious charge so meek and mild
Is Heaven's very special child

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Michele and Aarron

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Registered: 03-19-2003
Tue, 11-23-2004 - 7:20am
Michele, thanks so much for sharing!

 


 



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Registered: 11-24-2004
Wed, 11-24-2004 - 1:41am

That was a nice poem. I have one also that was given to me after my son was born.
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Experience is often what you get when you were expecting something else.

“Welcome to Holland...”

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 your wonderful plans. The Colosseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may even 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 supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”

But there has 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 have never 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 you begin to notice that Holland has tulips, 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 supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”

The pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of a dream is a 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 of Holland.

So the next time you feel compelled to stop with your baby to look at the flowers (even though you are late for work), or you laugh when he throws a ball clear across the living room (hey look he can throw!), or you get excited when he actually grows out of his clothes, or you get paranoid about the chicken pox outbreak (even though he HAS HAD the shot), don’t let anyone tell you there is something wrong with you.

There isn’t, you’re the parent of a most precious child. .

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Wed, 11-24-2004 - 9:23am

AWESOME!