Today I've got a bit of the blues. I suspect many moms in my position would be. My friend emailed me to say her son, about two years younger than my younger son, just got his first job. I was happy. Times fly! But at the same time, I have to admit I got all weepy. (sucking my teeth here cause I'm Jamaican and we Jamaicans do that to show our sorrow, etc.)
I get this way whenever someone's one year old kid starts talking or some other thing... I just have to bear up. It's not as if I'm not happy for them but then I just see how much the toxins in the world, food, medical vaccines have stolen my son's life from him.
Yet, I know that my redeemer lives. I know that God didn't make my son to have a life where no one understands what he says, a life where he has limited understanding of a Disney movie. I remember once I asked a Catholic priest to pray for my son. The jerk said, "Let me pray for you that you may bear the gracious gift God has given you." What an idiot! I can bear my own pain in my own body, thank you asshole pious theologian sentimentalist! But it takes a bit of nerve for me to say, "Yes, let me bear my son's loneliness. Let ME learn to live with his stomach and pain." I swear! Only a pious jerk would say that. And I told him so. YEP! I DID! I'm absolutely snippy with ministers who have sentimental crap always at the ready to say. And only a person who wasn't a parent would say that we are to accept our children's suffering...as if the suffering child isn't a person in his own right. (I didn't tell the priest that....at least I don't remember telling him that. Come to think of it...maybe I did. I can get pretty nasty when I'm riled. Plus being a minister's grand-daughter I have very little patience with ministers.)
Today I'm forcing the family to only eat fruits and veggies and nothing cooked for three days. Big aim: to get rid of son's congestion. Remember the old word "catarrh." The nutty health-nuts of days gone by used to use it. I totally believe it exists. And am doing what I have to do to get this kid cleaned up inside.
Trusting as usual the quick, active, healing word of God is working mightily in my son and me. And trying to be happy for my friends' son. I know that my redeemer liveth. -C
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I am soooo loving your book right now! Do you have another novel coming out soon? You do have a gift...I'm nowhere near done with Windfollower though. I'm tasting each page slowly :)
Wow; I bet the above post made your day!
I know what you mean about other's blessings. I've struggled with it, myself. My daughter is somewhat high-functioning, but she still has serious problems and may never be independent. And unfortunately, she has no siblings to lean on when we are gone. We simply must get her independent. Otherwise, I shudder to think of what may become of her. Yes, we can set her up in a group home, but one never really knows what the future holds. I really hope she finds a good man who wants to marry her one day.
These are the things that keep me awake at night.
Hey there, Tia:
I totally believe that God is on our side. We just have to not give up in this good fight of faith. I guess I AM lucky in that yunger son has his older brother and a string of relatives who will care for him if anything happens to us...but I want him to live a great life. I know your daughter will find a good man. My hope also is that Gabe will be truly wonderfully loved by a good woman. -C
Hi Anon!
Wow, I'm so happy you like it. Folks either love it, hate it, or have a love-hate relationship with it. I'm trying to finish two novels right now. One a fantasy, the other a christian romance novel about a demon. I suspect they will be out next year sometime. If you can...say a little prayer for them. That they find the perfect homes. I'd appreciate it. Meanwhile, brag on Wind Follower to those folks you know who would like it. Thanks so much for liking it. -C
-C
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