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I was looking for a very special and inspiring love story to relate that dealt with Valentine’s Day and people with disabilities. After hours of hunting, I felt fairly bummed out.
It hurts me that my child, a young adult, is still young enough that the “boys” can’t really see past her wheelchair, to see all her abilities instead of her disability. Online, she’s met a few guys who seem to like her, but she’s quick to tell any of them that she has spina bifida and uses a wheelchair. She does this because one time, a boy who liked her for about a year ended up breaking up with her. Although he’d known all along that she had spina bifida and couldn’t walk…he said in real life, he would never ever want to be with someone in a wheelchair. I was tempted to drive 8 hours to where he lived to kick him.
That’s when it hit me. Of course there are great and inspiring love stories that deal with Valentine’s Day, but that wasn’t what I was supposed to write about this time. This time, it was about love, a never-ending and powerful love . . . but the type a parent has for their child.
It simply breaks my heart when others make snap judgments, or flat-out spread untruths, about parents who do their best to be good parents. Unless you truly have walked in another person’s shoes, it’s hard to know what a day in their life is like. Nevertheless, comprehending all the struggles and victories that make up their life. A parent loves their child and would lay down their life if necessary to protect him or her.
On that note, I’d like to share a poem that my sister gave to me on the day that my daughter was born. At that time, it was unknown how long she would live or what the quality of life she would have. All her specialists told me to expect the worse case scenarios.
Heaven’s Very Special Child
A meeting was held quite far from earth
“It’s time again for another birth”
Said the angels to the Lord above,
“This special child will need much love”
His progress may seem very slow
Accomplishments he may not show
And he will require special care
From the folks he meets way down there.
He may not run or laugh or play
His thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways he won’t adapt
And he’ll be known as handicapped.
So let’s be careful where he’s sent
We want his life to be content
Please Lord, find the parents who
Will do a special job for you.
They may not realize right away
The leading role they’re asked to play
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love.
And soon they’ll know the privilege given
In caring for this gift from Heaven
Their precious charge, so meek and mild
Is Heaven’s Very Special Child.
Now that’s a love story, 24/7 and 365 days a year. Not just on Valentine’s Day.
Here’s another truly inspiring story. It’s old, but it’s true. A son asked his dad to run a marathon with him, and despite his age and heart disease the father agreed. Then another, and then an Iron Man until they became one of the most inspiring father-son athlete teams in history. The story of Rick and Dick Hoyt:
Here’s one more, illustrating Valentine’s Day and love.
Not a One
Little Chad was a shy, quiet young fella. One day he came home and told his mother, he’d like to make a valentine for everyone in his class. Her heart sank. She thought, “I wish he wouldn’t do that!” because she had watched the children when they walked home from school. Her Chad was always behind them. The other children laughed and hung on to each other and talked to each other. But Chad was never included.
Nevertheless, she decided she would go along with her son. So she purchased the paper and glue and crayons. For three whole weeks, night after night, Chad painstakingly made thirty-five valentines.
Valentine’s Day dawned and Chad was beside himself with excitement! He carefully stacked them up, put them in a bag, and bolted out the door. His mom decided to bake him his favorite cookies and serve them up warm and nice with a cool glass of milk when he came home from school. She just knew he’d be disappointed; maybe that would ease the pain a little. It hurt her to think that he wouldn’t get many valentines—maybe none at all.
That afternoon she had the cookies and milk out on the window. Sure enough here they came, laughing and having the best time. And, as always, there was Chad in the rear. He walked a little faster than usual. She fully expected him to burst into tears as soon as he got inside. His arms were empty, she noticed, and when the door opened she choked back the tears. “Mommy has some warm cookies and milk for you.” But he hardly heard her words. He just marched right on by, his face aglow, and all he could say was: “Not a one…not a one.” Her heart sank. And then he added, “I didn’t forget a one, not a single one!”