My Perfect Child
As my children were born, I wanted them to be perfect.
When they were babies, wanted them to smile and be content playing with their toys.
I wanted them to be happy and to laugh continually instead of crying and being demanding, 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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Thanks for posting this Jessica!