Yesterday, on April 12th, Joseph turned 7.

Joseph, someday you might read this. Please know that for all the chaos our lives are together, I love you forever and always.

You’ve gone from this:

To this:

In no time flat.

All my love,

Mom.

This was posted on my mom’s group at Maya’s Mom – I wanted to highlight it here…

God Chooses a Mom
-Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children 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, Cecelia.

“Rudledge, Carrie; twins; patron saint…. give her Gerard. He’s used to profanity.”

Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, “Give her a handicapped child.”

The angel is curious. “Why this one, God? She’s so happy.”

“Exactly,” smiles God. “Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.”

“But has she 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 wears off, she’ll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence. She’ll have to teach the child to 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 can’t separate herself from the child occasionally, she’ll never survive. Yes, there is a woman I will bless with a child less then perfect. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a ‘spoken word.’ She will never consider a ‘step’ ordinary. When her child says ‘Momma’ for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.

“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 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.”

At dinner:
Jay: You’re a good boy.
Logan: Yup. Yup, I am. And I love ketchup.

When tucking him in:
Jay: You’re a good boy buddy. (Thinking he’s asleep)
Logan: (whispering) I know.

And humble too.

Poe got us some doughnuts a couple nights ago (yeah this is right after the MILF entry – bite me) as a snack with coffee. Well, I had one (just one – this is good!) last night, but I left the box on my desk. There were two powdered sugars left. I was just lazy and didn’t put them away. So this morning I noticed the lid was a little askew. Yup – doughnuts gone.

Logan snuck into bed with us last night. So we went to check the evidence. A little powder on the mouth, and all over the dark sheets.

When we woke him up this morning we asked. He accused his father of stealing the doughnuts.

Apparently my husband framed Logan.