My daughter (now 18) was born with a hemangioma tumor
by her eye.
At first it was small, and hardly
noticeable. At five months, the size of a nickel.
Everytime I took her out,
people could not hold their comments to themselves.
"Who hit her?", "Is
that a bug bite?" I never could think of an
appropriate response for these
people. I was taught to be kind and understanding, and
assumed that other
people had been taught these attributes. One day I was
at the mall, with my
3-year-old son, my daughter, and at this time pregnant
with my third child.
A woman approached me, I thought here we go again.
She said that God must not have wanted my daughter to
leave Him, as he
left her with a kiss. She went on to say that babies
with these kisses
were always surrounded by angels. I was stunned. What
a kinder, more
loving approach to someone with a problem. My daughter
will graduate this
year from High School. She is beautiful. Her early
years were spent in and
out of doctors. Finally the tumor was removed, because
it blocked her
vision. It is not noticeable except in the bright sun.
She spent this
year as the dance sterling scholar for our school. She
danced for 4 years
on our dance/drill team. She had received many
scholarships. Her life is
wonderful. The woman in the mall made me a better
parent. Perhaps, this
story will help make someone else a better parent,
too.
