YOU WILL GO HERE!

I maintain that Marty is a miracle.
He wasn’t supposed to be here at all.
My husband had a vasectomy before he was conceived and trust me there is no doubt whose child he is because he looks more like his father than any of my other children.
It’s almost as if God’s intention all along was for me to be Marty’s mom.
I had a cousin that was severely mentally disabled and I had another one that had genetic anomalies that cause her to be handicapped.
Sometimes the later cousin’s handicap was socially incapacitating and seemingly totally unfair. I learned to defend my cousin against ridicule and scoffing from other kids so much so that I ended up defending neighborhood children against each other (none to my benefit sometimes and sometimes to my own dismay later).
I was told horror stories about mental hospitals and I told myself that no child of mine would go through that-ever if I could help it. I would never put my child in a mental hospital or a nursing home.
This was me, speaking as a child/teenager.
Now, you have to remember, that this was in the 1950’s. This was when people were told to leave their child and forget they ever had them. Like a parent could do that without guilt or nightmarish psychological consequences.

Oh the practice of early psychology.

However in my family, forgetting someone was in our family was completely out of the question and we had periodic updates on my cousin who was in the mental hospital (where she was, what she was doing, what her health was like) and she became for me, someone whose face I could only imagine from my uncles description. I never saw her in life. I only met her when she passed away in her late thirties.

When I was in art school, I wanted to figure out if I would be better at some other occupation. Art was fun for me, however, art professors have a tendency to pit one art student against another also, some lean towards certain styles of art and students have to play to that style, even though to them it seems wrong for them as an artist.
So I took a test to figure out what career I would be good at; and when the results came in I was asked by the grumpy counselor, “Have you ever thought of working with people with special needs?”
“No.” I sat for a moment, “I don’t have that kind of patience.”

Sometimes God says, “YOU WILL GO HERE!”
Like Jonah and the big fish. And instead of what you think you want to do, you end up doing what his will is anyway.

God’s grand scheme of things is a complex web. He’s the best teacher and planner etc.

Think about Moses. Raised in Pharaoh’s house, among princes, taught by scholars to stand and defend the Israelites and basically be God’s lobbyist.

Sometimes I wonder why I’m here and sometimes it’s so clear. I am here to be Marty’s mom.
*smiles*.

By the way, the other day I told Marty to hustle up and help his dad carry in something from the car.
I said, “Hey, move it, move it, move it!”
Marty said to me, “Mom, I am not in military school.”


You’d have to know Marty to know how funny that is.