Tuesday, December 7, 2010


During a recent conversation, I was explaining just how rare Cerebrocostomandibular Syndrome is.  In reply, the person I was talking to commented sarcastically:

And you're the chosen ones!

I paused for a moment before answering very sincerely, yes, we are.

We were chosen to be Abby's parents by a God who doesn't let anything happen by accident.

Before I was born, I was chosen to be the mom to a boy who is always ready to cuddle and a girl whose smile just melts my heart.

Before Matt was born, he was chosen to be the dad to a boy who loves to wrestle and a girl who's got him wrapped around her finger.

Matt and I had a conversation the other night reflecting on how God had been preparing us to be Abby's parents for many years.  I recalled being an assistant to a girl in high school who had a trach.  Working with her was my first experience in seeing how a trach doesn't make people different.  Matt commented on how he has always had a real sensitivity to children with special needs.  It's interesting to look back and see how all of this was perfectly orchestrated by God.

I am learning that God made me stubborn and independent because He knew that my fighting spirit would be essential for when no one else had hope for Abby.  God made Matt compassionate and loyal to give Abby a daddy who would stand by her through thick and thin and help her cope with all of the surgeries and therapy.  God gave Caleb my independence and Matt's compassion, making him the perfect big brother to a little girl who is going to need a protector in her life.

So yes, we were chosen.  And we're thankful that we were. 

That little girl has changed our lives forever.


Megan said...

Love this post! :0) Abby is one very special, lucky little lady!

Darryl said...

That was a beautiful expression of your love for Abby and God's love for all. I am extremely proud to call you my daughter! Love, Dad