The Compers Inn - Part 22

NoNameWoman

cmcconnell wrote: »

havent spoken to sally this week but she is around... she didnt really get back into comping after her hospital stay. shes finished work and uni for the summer... will go and hunt her down through email LOL

aww didn't realise she was in hospital, hope she's ok now...

cmcconnell

it was a while ago... like end of may i think but she just felt a bit out of the loop i think after that

Miss_Cinnabon

aww i love this

cmcconnell

princess_pixiedust wrote: »

aww i love this

:T thats really nice :T

Miss_Cinnabon

thought id share this poem, which i turn to when things get too much for me with ds's diabetes, i know it doesnt really apply to others here but i know there are various poems out there that have been modified for it to include other conditions, a truly beautiful poem

How God Selects the Mother of a Diabetic Child

by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit.

Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with diabetes are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint Matthew."

"Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, Patron Saint Cecilia."

"Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint Gerard. He's used to profanity."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a child with diabetes." The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly", smiles God. "Could I give child with diabetes to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she the patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother.

You see, the child I am going to give her has his own world. She has to make the child live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps. "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she cannot separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with less than perfect."

"She does not realize it yet, but she is to be envied. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see .... ignorance, cruelty, prejudice ... and allow her to rise above them.

She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as if she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid air.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

fire**fly

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that's lovely & very thought provoking ppd, especially like the 'i asked for favours' and 'god gave me opportunities'
thank you :A

cmcconnell

the compers in likeability has dropped to only 3 !! thats because everone has left

Jokey

Gorgeous xx

fire**fly

princess_pixiedust wrote: »

thought id share this poem, which i turn to when things get too much for me with ds's diabetes, i know it doesnt really apply to others here but i know there are various poems out there that have been modified for it to include other conditions, a truly beautiful poem

How God Selects the Mother of a Diabetic Child

by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit.

Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with diabetes are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint Matthew."

"Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, Patron Saint Cecilia."

"Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint Gerard. He's used to profanity."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a child with diabetes." The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly", smiles God. "Could I give child with diabetes to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she the patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother.

You see, the child I am going to give her has his own world. She has to make the child live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps. "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she cannot separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with less than perfect."

"She does not realize it yet, but she is to be envied. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see .... ignorance, cruelty, prejudice ... and allow her to rise above them.

She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as if she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid air.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

oh ppd, that bought a lump in my throat & a tear in my eyes, it's beautiful & so fitting xxx

wingobins

My favourite...

A mum has strengths that no one will ever know,
she can handle trouble & carry heavy burdens,
she hold happiness, love & opinions,
she smiles when she feels like screaming.
She sings when she feels like crying,
cries when she's happy & laughs when she's afraid.
Her love is unconditional!
There's only one thing wrong with her...
she sometimes forgets what she is worth.