Make your own free website on
Stories and Poems
Stories and Poems
Favorite Links
My Letter

This is a 1-column page.

Enter subhead content here

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
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 her 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

"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."