9 days of Christmas

I meant to start this at 12 days but time has just flown by. I am going to write a little something each day until Christmas.

I was searching for a poem today that talked about my life, things I am grateful for and how blessed I really am. God only gives us what we can handle.

Heaven's Very Special Child (Author Edna Massionilla, December 1981)

A meeting was held quite far from earth!
It's 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 some extra care,
From the folks he meets way down there.

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

So let's be careful where he's sent,
We want his life to be content.
Please, Lord, find the parents who
Will do a special job for You.

They will not realize right 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 privilege given,
In caring for this gift from Heaven,
Their precious charge, so meek and mild,
Is Heaven's very Special Child.'

This poem brought tears to my eyes. I know Sean can walk and run, but he is a Special Child to me, to Patrick, and to everyone else who loves him. He is a true fighter, survivor and hero.