My Perfect Child

As my children were born, I wanted them to be perfect.
When they were babies, I wanted them to smile and to 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
Rebellious, mannerly and not mouthy. I wanted them to be gentle,
Kindhearted, and full of love.

"Oh God, give me a child like this," was often my prayer.
One day He did.
Some call him handicapped…I call him perfect!