Hope for Baby Bennett: From the Mouths of Babes

Sunday, January 8, 2012

From the Mouths of Babes

Every night, before bed, we have "Family Time," where the 4 of us sit, talk about our highs and lows of the day (Bodie hasn't quite got the hang of highs and lows yet - during this time, he typically just points to various body parts and shouts out their names) and then we pray. This past week, I was able to capture both kids saying their bedtime prayers. I never want to forget these sweet moments.

Bodie

(he typically bows his head and folds his hands, but for whatever reason (maybe because, uh, a video camera was shoved in his face), he decided not to this night)

Sierra

(if you don't "speak Sierra," she thanks Jesus for mommy, daddy and ladybugs, and then asks Him to make Bodie's nose stop running (amen, sista!), and help him not have any more Synergis shots (nasty shots Bodie has to get monthly during RSV season - he HATES them), for his surgeon (Dr. Starnes) and that his heart could feel better.

2 comments:

StefenieJanuary 9, 2012 at 5:08 AM
Adorably cute! Love it!
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AnonymousJanuary 9, 2012 at 10:14 PM
my darling sierra. i often write to bodie, but today i wanna acknowledge YOU and tell how how amazing I think u are! you are a beautiful big sister, sweet girl. may God bless you for the many things YOU have had to endure in your early childhood becuase of my sweet Bodie's journey. don't think you are forgotten. you are not! much love to you and your special brother... and your amazing mom and dad. much love, nairi n fmaily
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers 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. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

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. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so 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." 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 a woman whom 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." 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 if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."