Is the microphone still on? Okay... our next guest speaker is my aunt Debbie. She has known me a real long time as she describes. I love her every ounce as much as she loves on me! Smooches aunt Debbie. Written by Debbie:
All four of my children absolutely adore Tommy and beg to see him on a regular basis. I didn't really realize the impact Tommy had on them until Maddy my youngest started pre-K this year and has a little boy in her class with Ds (N). She absolutely is drawn to Noah and talks to him, helps him, loves him every day. I know this is directly attributed to her interactions with Tommy - he is such a good little teacher and he doesn't even know it!! We all LOVE to do the BUDDY WALK every fall and last year we got to go to the DSO Calendar release - let me tell you what an AWESOME feeling it is to be in a room where you are a minority and you're surrounded by people with Ds!!!! We are all so very fortunate to have Tommy in our lives and I can't wait to give him a big squeeze and kiss next time I see him!! Here's a great poem and an excerpt from Erma Bombeck that I love.
The Creed of Babies with Down Syndrome
Author unknown - submitted by Hope Colen
My face might be different
But my feelings the same
I laugh and I cry
And I take pride in my gains
I was sent here among you
To teach you to love
As god in the heavens
Looks down from above
To him I'm no different
His love knows no bounds
It's those here among you
In cities and towns
That judge me by standards
That man has imparted
But this family I've chosen
Will help me get started
For I'm one of the children
So special and few
That came here to learn
The same lessons as you
That love is acceptance
It must come from the heart
We all have the same purpose
Though not the same start
The Lord gave me life
To live and embrace
And I'll do as you do
But at my own pace.
God Chooses a Mom for a Disabled Child
by Erma Bombeck
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 and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth; son; patron saint, Matthew."
"Forrester, Marjorie; daughter; patron saint, Cecelia."
"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 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 independance. She'll have to teach the child to 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 seperate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, there is a woman I will bless with a child less then 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 every 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 midair.
God smiles. " A mirror will suffice."