Saturday, May 17, 2008

Missing Clyde

Friday we walked to a park near our house, One boy on my back, one in the stroller, and one walking with us holding Clyde our special teddy bear.  (I'll give you one guess who was walking holding Clyde, and it wasn't William or Micah).  At the park we played with another 2 year old boy that was there.  Tommy and Cameron (I think) had a blast chasing each other down the slide, and walking around the park balancing on the blocks. Then he had to leave, so we left too, it was nap time anyway.  We arrived home, dressed for nap time, and lay down in bed for some snuggle time, and then I went to tuck him in with all 3 teddy bear Clyde's (yes every teddy bear is Clyde), but these are the special ones we sleep with, but only 2 Clyde's were present, and I said to Tommy "We left little Clyde at the park!"  He gave me a wide eyed look, but was still ready for nap time, so he lay down for his nap and I went to feed the boys, and call Grandma.  I called Grandma, and informed her of the amber alert for the Teddy bear, and she rushed right over so Mommy could hunt down the missing Clyde.  I walked to the park and look all over, he was no where to be found.  Then walking home I remembered that he had gone up to one house, and then down their walk way, and I looked an on the front stoop there was Clyde!!!  HE WAS FOUND!!! I was so exicted!  Nothing make a mom's heart sink more that a missing special bear, and celebrate when it's found!  

Grandma stuck around and watched Micah and William so I could take Tommy to the store and get some much needed Grocery shopping done!  Yeh! I didn't have to do it at night after Rob returned home from work so I could use my night time for getting some much needed sleep!  


Anonymous said...

one time we lost Jacobs favorite blankie and it was lost we thought forever it was a quilt made by Laura and it was awful. I had to take Jake to walmart and buy material and I stayed up all night making him a special new quilt, which in the end he never cared about. A year later a friend found the blankie at her house in a closet. I cried and Jacob was over it. We still have the blankie and Erik loves it now. Sometimes they fight over it, Jacob doesn't want anyone to know how much it means to him, too cool you know, but he doesn't want Erik to have it. Boys will be boys.

~Lydia~ said...

I told tommy I found it when he woke up and he didn't care....oh well...

Mother of a "Special" Child

When I was young, I'd often say,
I'd like to be a mom someday
While playing with my baby doll,
I thought that job's not hard at all

I'd have a baby, maybe two,
a girl in pink...a boy in blue
Well I grew up and sure enough,
I'm now a mom and gosh it's tough

The baby that was sent to me,
was born with disabilities
At first I'm frightened through and through,
there's much to learn to care for you

This wasn't in my plans at all,
when I was young and played with dolls
Your mind and body were so weak,
you might not ever walk or speak

So much special care required,
I'm often scared and often tired
As months and years go slowly by,
I smile a lot but sometimes cry

To watch you grow and not complain,
though you endure your share of pain
Oh, how I'd hold you and I'd pray,
that you'd be healed and whole someday

But I knew that was not to be,
not physically or mentally
And so I taught you best I could,
your progress wasn't very good

But then one day I realized,
as I gazed into your loving eyes
That I had learned so much from you,
determination...courage too

A love so unconditional,
it floods my soul and always will
I'm proud to say I gave you birth,
for you're an angel here on earth.

God Choose a mother for a "Special" child

Most women becaome mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressure 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...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."

"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."

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 to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But she has patience?" asked the angel.

"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll 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 his own world. She has to make her 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 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 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 will know it!"

"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? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."