The Chosen Mothers

A friend of mine shared this with me a long time ago and I really liked it.  I wanted to share it here. 


The Chosen Mothers




Most women become a mother by accident, some by choice

and a few by habit. Did you ever wonder how mother’s of children with life threatening illnesses 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…….



“Foppiano, Christine, son, patron saint Christopher”

Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia”.”



Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, “Give

her a child with cancer.” The angel is curious. “Why this

one, God? She’s so happy.”



“Exactly,” smiles God, “Could I give a child with cancer

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



“But, does she have 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 will handle it.”



“I watched her today,” said God. “She has that feeling

of self-independence that is so rare and necessary in a mother.

You see, the child I’m going to give her has it’s own world.

She has to make it live in her world and that’s not going to be easy.”



“But Lord, I don’t think she believes in you,” said the angel.

“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 the woman I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn’t realize it yet,

but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step

ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see….ignorance, cruelty, prejudice….and allow her to rise above them.”



“And what about her patron saint” asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.



God smiles and says…”A mirror will suffice.”

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