Ok, people....I am SOOOO done with these cooties!
We are FINALLY after what, 4 weeks, coming out the other side of cootieville in my house...starting toward the end of April with Sammy and the ear infection and then 2 weeks later the virus and hospital stay and then last week to Luke getting a cold and HORRIBLE cough that is STILL sticking around 11 days later...and then Brian and I got the cold not as bad and now Sammy has the cold and a little cough. Love Zicam, I think that's why Sammy and I didn't get it very badly. So Sammy was out yesterday and today but is actually acting ok and slept through last night! Thank God! I also wonder if his 6 yr. molars coming in are painful at all... They seem so darn big! He will be going back to school tomorrow, they have a half day because of faculty PD. Can't wait to have a weekend with everyone semi-well! Fingers crossed that we have served our sentences! :)
So there's buzz at my school of assignment changes...as in I may be moved again to a much lower grade, depending on position changes... I am NOT happy about this AT ALL! I am going to play the lottery twice a week ALL summer and pray that I can just quit my job and volunteer with Sammy all day everyday! (I was at his school last Fri. after a field trip and he ate like a champ for me there!) Love my job, but can't take anymore of the power trip bs that continues to pervade! :(
Oh well, either way, 5 more weeks of school for this year and I can take the whole summer to attempt to wind down! :)
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God Chooses A Mom for A Disabled Childby 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.
"Forrest, 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."
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.
"Forrest, 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."
About Me
- ellen :)
- MA
- I'm a wife of 8 years, a mom of 2 gorgeous boys, one who has CP, and a lover of turtles! :)
3 comments:
OMG, I'm so sorry you've been dealing with cooties for so long! I feel ya though because just 3 weeks after Malayna's last round of cooties her nose is running like a faucet again! It's like we can't stay healthy for even a month at a time! Our school is full of kids coughing like crazy! I wish this weather would stay warm so we could air things out really well!
Sorry to hear things are in flux at your school again. I hope things go your way!
I feel ya too! Sorry about the cooties. We keep battling them too. Emma coughed a lot today and sneezed out junk. Me too! Daddy too! I want it to get sunny and dry too ASAP!!
Hope things get better at school, but I think you will definitely feel better after a good summer vacay! I hate school politics!
thanks ladies... i'll post an update...
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