Thank you to Margaret Spielman for today’s touching story. Every so often, we like to share stories that we receive via our “Submit your Story” page (if you have one you’d like to share, do please send it on over!).
If I asked you all where you were on September 11, 2001, I am sure we can all remember EXACTLY what we were doing. However, if I asked you where you were on February 17, 1996 at 6:30pm, I am sure most of you can’t remember and you probably shouldn’t. However, for me that was the day I got the call that my son had a disability. Tomorrow is our 13 year anniversary of his diagnosis. I find it strange to even think about it because usually it’s not really on my mind. This year is different. Maybe it’s because I am a new mom and I worry about how to raise a typical child or maybe it’s because I had to revisit those memories today. As I sit here, I look back at the girl I was and now the woman he has helped me to become. All the opportunities that have been afforded to me because of his disability and the great strides he has made not because I am his mother, but because of the great team of teachers, doctors, friends, family and community partners that joined me in deciding that pretty good wasn’t enough for him. Everyone has played a part in his success. They have taken the attitude that failure is not an option and that if we expect greatness, he will most certainly give it.
When asked to describe him today I said he is the child that has the faith of a mustard seed, the courage of a lion, and an unconditional love for ALL people! Is he perfect?….NO; difficult at times?…..YES; worth it?……DEFINITELY!!!! So as I awaken in the morning, I will remember that 13 years ago God revealed to me through my son the beginning of the plans for me that he spoke about in Jeremiah. I will remember that in my brokenness he was able to bring forth in me courage, faith, determination, compassion and love. I will give thanks for all that he has done in my life and Hunter’s and for what he has promised to do. Last but not least, I will take a moment to give thanks and love to my child for never letting me stay at the pity party too long, for reminding me that life is hard but giving up is not an option, and that any limitations that are put on him were not set by him but by others who saw his disability as a weakness. I will thank him for the joy, unconditional love, courage, determination, faith, compassion and patience that he freely gives to ALL with whom he comes in contact and that he graciously gives to me.
As I close I want to share a story with you. Years ago when I worked at a bank, I would go to the top floor of the parking deck and sit in a corner to eat my lunch. It was quiet there and I could relax and just enjoy the weather without having to entertain anyone. One day while eating I dropped a piece of a crunchy Cheeto on the ground beside me. I went about eating my lunch and decided to pick it up after I was finished. However, there was an ant that had different plans. I sat there and watched as a small ant came out of a tiny crack in the concrete and picked up that piece of Cheeto. The Cheeto was significantly larger than the ant, but he picked it up and began to take it back to his home. As he arrived at the entrance he found that the Cheeto was slightly larger than the crack, so he began to work with it. He moved the Cheeto around to different angles until he finally got it in. I thought this was amazing so I told one of my friends. I then asked this question, “How can an itty bitty ant pick up a big ole piece of Cheeto?” Expecting to hear the scientific explanation, I waited. He replied, “No one ever told him he couldn’t!” I thought about what he said and I knew he was right!! There was no one there who said, “Oh, you are too small; you can’t do that!” or “You need to just leave that there and let the bigger, more experienced ants get it!” He did it because failure was not an option. He did it because he believed that greatness comes when you stop saying that things are impossible and start saying, I’m Possible!!



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That is JUST ABSOLUTELY WHAT I NEED TODAY. Thanks, for helping me KNOW that what God is about to show me ,I can do, and it is not impossible but POSSIBLE. After all, with God all things are possible. Yes, mam.
–Janice Beedon
What a GREAT story. I really needed to hear this today; you have inspired me. It also made me smile as I couldn’t help but think of the song most of knew as children, sung by Frank Sinatra, “High Hopes”.
“Can DO, Shall DO and WiII DO” only will do in life !
Your story is wonderful, and what I did was use your theory about the ant and apply it to my son who was born with DS, my first child after 14 years of trying..well it did work, until someone told him he had something wrong with him! Imagine, a Principal of a school, an educator, an idiot, who had her ego damaged because he said he didn’t want to be in her program..anyway after this he has never been the same! But your friend was right on target…I have been trying to heal my son since, but it hurt both of us so much, wish I could go back I would have never let him tell her, I should have just pulled him out, what made me think she would take his wonderful words and do the right thing for him..as the Mom in charge we need to armed with ummm an army? How was I to know…..sigh..
truly inspiring, totally agree with you on both your stories of learning. Whether its the ant or your son both came into your awareness for you to learn something. For us to move to higher level of consciousness, for them to come to this world through us to bring about a shift.
WONDERFUL STORY THANKS..FOR SHARING WITH US