She explained,”I tried to look inside each of their individual minds. I did what I felt in my gut was right each individual little life.”
She had quite a variety of interesting dispositions among us (yes, including myself). One refused to sleep. One decided making fire was fun. And one threw temper tantrums about eating. Finally, she had one who wasn’t supposed to live from birth trauma. She survived and, so did all of us.
Insecurities plagued her too. “I remember cradling my newborn baby’s head as I placed her in a small tub of water, trying to keep my Better Homes and Gardens book open to the page that told me how to do this. Scared to death, that was me,” she recalled.
My brother Shawn, was fascinated by fire at an early age. These days he would have been quickly escorted to the nearest psychiatrist’s office for a lengthy prescription. This ended up sparking (couldn’t resist) his future career.
She solved this “problem” the best way she knew how: “I decided to make him watch a film that a door-to-door salesman was using to pitch fire alarms. He was devastated by the destruction and the helplessness of burn victims, especially children. He learned that fire was dangerous.” God truly directed her as she did what she thought was best for her boy.
Shawn feeds his family and has saved many lives with this “uncured” obsession. He has been a dedicated fireman, mostly being the big guy (6’5″) in charge as Head Chief of the fire department on an Air Force Base.
My sisters, were equally as challenging. Trisha never slept, even though she is a and well-rested adult woman today. Cindy threw temper tantrums about eating that usually ended by stand offs that even a police force couldn’t negotiate. My mother learned how to get 10 minutes of sleep through Trisha’s insomniac years. Cindy became “an incredibly calm person, even within her own storm” and ended up being one of the best cooks in our family. They both love their kids to pieces.
She said,”By the time the fourth child (me) came along, I threw away all the books and went by my gut. Doctors told me she was not going to live, but God wasn’t ready for her yet. He had a great purpose for her. I rocked her to sleep every night, and even kept her up until midnight as a toddler. I was a single working mom and wanted to spend quality time with her…”
I survived, very blessed.
“Years from now it won’t matter what car I drove or what kind of house I lived in. Hopefully the world might be a little different because I was important in the life of my children.”
Thanks Mom, you are so important–and special.
“Permit the children to come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” Luke 18:16.
How do you individualize your mothering approach for your child/children?
What has God shown you about good decisions you made taking care of your children’s special needs?
How are all of us God’s special needs children?