MY PERFECT CHILD BY ANONYMOUS

As my children were born,
I wanted them to be perfect.

When they were babies,
I wanted them to smile and be content playing with their toys.
I wanted them to be happy and to laugh continually
instead of crying and being demanding.
I wanted them to see the beautiful side of life.

As they grew older,
I wanted them to be giving instead of selfish.
I wanted them to skip the terrible twos.
I wanted them to stay innocent forever.

As they became teenagers,
I wanted them to be obedient and not rebelious, mannerly and not mouthy,
I wanted them to be full of love,gentle and kind-hearted.
"Oh, God, give me a child like this" was often my prayer.
One day He did. Some call him hanmdicapped...I call him Perfect!!