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this blog contains bits and pieces of life i encounter during my roles as a mother, teacher, wife, and a citizen of the world..

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

When GOD created Down Syndrome children


This post is inspired by Erma Bombeck’s article ‘The Special Mother’. Erma Bombeck was an American humorist who achieved great popularity for her newspaper column that described suburban home life from the mid-1960s until the late 1990s.



When GOD created Down Syndrome children

“You’re still listening to HVN FM, the station that will surely brighten your day. This is Late Night Show with God. Next caller, you’re on.”

“Uhmm.. Is this God? First of all, let me say thank You for creating me, this earth and all the things inside it.”

“You’re very welcome. Now, what’s your question for tonight?”

“I, urmm… I just wanna ask You.. ermm.. when you decide to create babies with .. with defect, like say.. Down syndrome babies.. why, ah.. why do You do that? Is it just some kind of glitch in the whole creation system? I really don’t understand why You would create imperfection when we both know You can do much much better.”

There was a hint of amusement in God’s voice when He answered, “Surely by now you know that there are no such things as coincidence? All that I have created, all that I have planned, are there in their perfect place, in their perfect time.”

“But, God, those babies! They will not be able to fend for themselves, and even if they want to learn how, they will have to do it in a much slower pace, in a much difficult process than perfectly normal ones. Why do you let them suffer?”

“Have you ever taken a look at babies born with Down Syndrome? Have you ever watch them sleep? Always with a smile tugging at their lips. Some people say that Down syndrome children are the happiest children on earth. And for once I have to agree with My creation. Imperfect for whom? I would say that perfection is in the eye of the beholder.”

The caller persisted. “It may be so, but what about the parents? They’re the ones who will suffer even more than the babies. Think about the dads and the moms. They won’t be able to brag about their children to their friends, who, if I may add, will try to avoid them, not knowing what to say, or how to act around them. On top of them all, they will have to put so much, so much effort in raising their children. Why God?”

“Yes, I admit that there will be hard times. Much more than what parents of normal babies will experience in their whole life. There will be times when they simply want to raise their hand and quit, fully aware that they cannot. There will be times when just going through day by day will be a much easier task, for the future is too frightening to imagine. But don’t forget that I would never, never allow this to happen to them if I am not sure they’re strong enough.”

“Through raising their child they will find endless spring of patience within themselves. Because though there will be dark times, there will also be bright days, when they will hug their children and say ‘I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world. You’re just perfect.’”

“They will cherish all the small accomplishments they children achieve that most parents take for granted. They will celebrate their children’s first step. They will cherish their children’s first word. For them there are no such things as ‘Not good enough.’”

“They will find strength in each other. Though there will be times when the weight of the situation will put a strain in their relationship, their love will mature beyond what they bargained for when they said, “I do.” For them, petty things, like not giving flowers in all the appropriate occasions, or not saying “I love you” enough will remain just that. Petty.”

“Never, never underestimate the strength of moms and dads.”

“And they will find strength in their true friends. People that may not be able to understand fully what they’re going through, but still lend their ears, their shoulder nevertheless. People who will say, ‘I’m just one phone call away. Please, please call me.’”

“And don’t you forget, I will be there with them all the way.”


This post is dedicated to Baby Keandra, who, though I haven’t met personally, have managed to open my eyes and my heart to a different perfection of God’s creation. Baby Keandra was born with Down Syndrome and a defect in the heart. He is in dire need of costly surgery. Read his story in http://adittaslim.tumblr.com/ and prepare to fall in love with this little angel. Whatever contribution can be made will be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much!

Monday, October 15, 2012

Dream maker


Dream maker

It is good to be with someone who wants to be with you for better, in health, in good times, and in joy. But wouldn’t it be better to be with someone who knows that, of course, in the years to come you’re going to go through the other half of the bargain and is still willing to say, “I do.”?

It is good to be with someone who can make your heart beat faster with the mere sight of him. But wouldn’t it be better to be with someone who can make your heart melt whenever you see him cuddle up with the son you created together?

It is good to be with someone who shouts to the world that he loves you. But wouldn’t it be better to be with someone whose actions speak subtly enough that you’re his world?

It is good to be with someone who gives you flowers on your birthdays or just because. But wouldn’t it be better to be with someone who gives a damn to your sorrow and despair?

And it is definitely good to be with someone who understands your dreams. But wouldn’t it be better to be with someone who not only understand them but believe in you so much to push you to dream better dreams than the ones you allow yourself to hope for?

This one is for you. Rikiy. My husband. The owner of a third of my heart.

My dream maker.

Monday, October 8, 2012

A Letter to Jiwo

Dear Jiwo,

I love you not because of your accomplishments. Winning competitions, getting good scores at school, or getting stickers from your teacher because you could read the words she wrote on the black board make me proud because I know how hard you try.  

I love you not because of the good things that you do. Cleaning up your mess, kissing my knee to make the hurt go away, and saying just the right thing when I was tired make me happy because they tell me how big and kind your heart is.

I won’t stop loving you because of the bad things that you do. Whining, refusing to clean up you toys, and not being careful even after I told you to so many times won’t stop me from loving you because even when I’m angry I love you so much still.

When you grow old and have kids on your own, I will still love you as much as the first day you started your journey here on earth.

Whatever you do and whatever you don’t do, when you achieve and when you fail, I will love always.

Simply because you’re my son.

Love,
Mama