Some Moms (and Dads) Don\'t Get a Perfect Ending

I know yesterday was Mother's Day but this was too touching not to share... A friend on Loving Arms posted this.   Some Moms (and Dads) Don't Get a Perfect Ending Erma Bombeck If you are looking for answers this Mother's Day on why God reclaimed your child, I don't know. I only know that thousands of mothers out there today desperately need an answer as to why they were permitted to go through the elation of carrying a child and then lose it to a miscarriage, accident, violence, disease, or drugs. Motherhood isn't just a series of contractions; it's a state of mind. From the moment we know life is inside us, we feel a responsibility to protect and defend that human being. It is a promise we can't keep. We beat ourselves to death over that pledge. "If only I hadn't worked through the eighth month." "If I had taken him to the doctor when he had a fever." "If I hadn't let him use the car that night." "If I hadn't been so naive, I'd have noticed he was on drugs." The longer I live, the more convinced I become that surviving changes us. After the bitterness, the anger, the guilt, and the despair are tempered by time, we look at life differently. While I was writing my book "I Want to Grow Hair. I Want to Grow Up. I Want to Go to Boise," I talked with mothers who had lost a child to cancer. Every single one said that death gave their lives new meaning and purpose. And who do you think prepared them for the rough, lonely road they had to travel? Their dying child. They pointed their mothers toward the future and told them to keep going. The children had already accepted what their mothers were fighting to reject. The children in the bombed-out nursery in Oklahoma City have touched more lives than they will ever know. Workers who had probably given their kids a mechanical pat on the head without thinking that morning were making calls home during the day to their children to say, "I love you." This may sound like a strange Mother's Day column on a day when joy and life abound for millions of mothers throughout the country. But it is also a day of appreciation and respect. I can think of no mother who deserves it more than those who had to give a child back. In the face of adversity we are not permitted to ask, "Why me?" You can ask, but you won't get an answer. Maybe you are the instrument who is left behind to perpetuate what was lost and appreciate the time you had with it. The late Gilda Radner summed it up pretty well. "I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, and taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity." --Erma Bombeck