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My advice: Bookmark this one and visit often. You'll be glad you did.
Since I am sleepless again tonight, I thought I'd just check out the news on the net. And, yes, there are yet more stories vilifying the mother of the octuplets. I find it sad that this woman's own mother is being reported as putting her down in almost every interview. Whatever Nadya Suleman's motives for being implanted with so many embryos, the fact is that this is a beautiful miracle! Surely God's favor was on this woman for all these babies to have survived and to be doing so well!
OK, so some want to address the medical expense of all these preemies, and the possible 'drain' they could be on our health care system. I work in a hospital and I could write a book about irresponsible, non-compliant patients and how they are a drain on our system. Want to discuss alcoholics, drug addicts, smokers, not to mention those who are constantly in the ER with vague symptoms just so they can get a legal buzz? Would it surprise you to know that most of the above mentioned patients health care is paid for by the government? And why is that? Because they have chosen a destructive lifestyle that has left them disabled. Besides free medical care, many of these also get assistance with rent, utilities, and food. Now that is a drain!
Now, please don't misunderstand. I am not against these people. Frankly, they help keep me in a job. I'm just saying that maligning the mother of the octuplets for this reason is totally ridiculous.
Well, what about her ability to care for all these kids? Just this week I spoke with an elderly woman who was the mother of 16 children. She was amazing! And she was surrounded by love. Compared to some elderly people I know who are alone, either because they have no children or their children cannot or will not visit, the lady with 16 kids is so blessed. No one will deny that caring for 14 children, 8 of them newborns, is going to be a tough job. But God put us all here to be family to one another. And if the Christians in Nadya Suleman's life pitch in to help like those in the lives of other parents of multiples have, then she will manage. In just a few short years those babies will be able to do much for themselves. And as they grow up together, they will never feel the loneliness that plagues some children that have no siblings.
My parents had 7 children. We didn't have a lot of material things. We wore hand me downs and ate simply. I never had a room of my own and seldom had a bed of my own. Sharing was a way of life. So was looking out for one another. And working along side my siblings and parents was considered normal. We were 'family' in every sense of the word. I think it will be somewhat the same for Nadya Suleman and her children. They will make it, and the difficulties will make them strong. And it will all be worth it.
Who knows what kinds of wonderful contributions these children may make to this troubled world. What if from this 'batch of embryos' there will be one who is destined to discover the cure, once and for all, of cancer. Or perhaps one of them will develop that car that runs on water instead of gas. Who knows? But time will tell. In the meantime, I hope Nadya gets all the help she needs. It's not our place to judge. I prefer to marvel at what the Lord has done. And I look at it this way. It replaces 8 aborted children. PTL!!!
I've been writing poetry since I was in grade school. Just a little hobby of mine that only a few close friends and family knew about. Here are a couple of poems I wrote in recent years for my children. I have four fabulous sons and one beautiful daughter.
My Son My son, what will your life be like, What will your future be? What untold joys and sorrows wait, What wonders will you see?
Have I prepared you well enough To deal with what's ahead? Have I imparted courage That will chase away all dread?
Will you be strong in troubled times, Yet tender in your heart? When others look to you for help, Son, will you do your part?
When temptations beckon you Will honor be your creed? Will you give up your own desires To fill another's need?
Will you look at your children As a blessing from above? And be to them what they need most, A father full of love?
I pray your life be kissed by God, No matter what may come, And that He'll be your strength and shield When all is said and done.
I know that seeds of greatness Have been planted deep in you, And what the Lord has promised Is the thing that He will do.
So listen closely for His voice, And do not fail to hear. A whispered prayer will move His hand, For He is always near.
My Daughter I remember well the day you arrived, A tiny, pink bundle of love. No doubt in my mind as I looked in your face That you were a gift from above.
You fit in my arms so perfectly then. You still fit there perfectly now. I'll cherish and treasure each loving embrace As long as our Lord will allow.
In watching you grow, and watching you bloom, I know just what I am to do. By God's grace and love, for the brief time you're mine, I'll plant seeds of Jesus in you.
I know that one day you'll be leaving this nest And the shelter of this 'mother hen'. God, give me the grace to allow you to fly As I offer you back to Him.
