Thursday, November 15, 2007

How Preemie Moms Are Chosen-A Poem

While Emma was in the NICU George's mom found this poem and emailed it to me. I was cleaning out my email inbox today and found it and I feel like the tears could start rolling. The first time I read this it meant so much to me and I know Emma is such a precious gift from above and I'm so lucky to be her mommy. I wouldn't have it any other way. I look at her everyday and want to cry when I hear her laugh, smile, eat squash, and I could go on and on and on. Each day I realize that I'm the luckiest person in the world and my life is just too good.

So on that note-just think that someone always has it harder than you and life isn't all that bad. Give your kids a big bear hug and kiss and just enjoy each day!

Enjoy the poem!


How Preemie Moms Are Chosen
(Adapted from Erma Bombeck)


Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies 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 take notes in a giant ledger.
"Beth Armstrong, son. Patron Saint, Matthew. Marjorie Forrest, daughter.
Patron Saint, Celia. Carrie Rutledge, twins. Patron Saint ... give her Gerard.
He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a preemie."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter?
That would be cruel." "But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
I watched her today.
She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother.
You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of its own.
She has to make it 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 the right amount of selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness?! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive.
Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect.
She doesn't know 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 'mama' for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it.
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 the air.
God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

WOW, being the mommy of a preemie too, that poem was incredible. Thanks for sharing, Heidi

CanaansMommy said...

Wow! That is a beautiful poem and so touching! I am a mother of twins girls and 1 baby boy who all born premature. Thank you for sharing :)

Charlene said...

I came across this poem when my daughter Angel was in the NICU, it was on one of the toughest days in her life and I was just searching for some type of relief after a long day of watching her in her isolette. I can just remember crying and reading it over and over and over! I made copies and haded them out to all the mothers I knew in the NICU. I think after that day, I knew all would be well and my strength just continued to grow! Im happy to say that Angel is now 2 years and 6 months and she is as smart as a whip! I am so thankful.