As my children were born,
I wanted them
to be perfect.
When they were babies,
I
wanted them to smile
And be content
playing with their toys.
I wanted them to
be happy
And to laugh continually
In
stead of crying and being demanding.
I
wanted them to see the beautiful side
of life.
As they grew older,
I wanted them to
be giving instead of selfish.
I wanted
them to skip the terrible twos.
I wanted
them to stay innocent forever.
As they became teen-agers,
I wanted
them to be obedient and not rebellious,
Mannerly and not mouthy.
I wanted them
to be full of love,
Gentle and kind
hearted.
"Oh, God, give me a child like this" was
often my prayer.
One day he did.
Some
call him handicapped...
I call him Perfect!!
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