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by Anonymous
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 instead 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!! |