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 special children who need need more care than most. Did you ever wonder how these mothers are chosen? Somehow I see God hovering over the Earth selecting his instruments for propergation 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.
Forest, Margorie. Daughter Patron saint Cecilia
Rutledge, Carrie. Twins Patron saint? give her Gerard, Hes used to profanity "

Finally he passes a name to an angel and smiles " Give her a special child"
The angel is curious. "Why this one Lord? Shes so happy"
"Exactly"smiles God, "could I give this child to someone who doesn't know laughter? That would be cruel"
"But does she have patience?" asks the angel
"I don't want her to have too much or she will drown in a sea of self pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off she will handle it okay"

I watched her today. She has that sense of self independence that are so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child that I am going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world and thats not going to be easy."

" But Lord, what if she doesn't believe in you?" asks the angel.

God smiles "NO matter I can fix that. This one is perfect,she has enough selfishness"
The angel gasps"selfishness? Is that a virtue"
God nods, " If she can't seperate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a women whom I will bless with a child that will be a little less than perfect. She doesn't realise 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 mum for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child she will see it as few 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, my Lord" asks the angel his pen poised in midair.

God smiles " A mirror will suffice"