"crooked kids are angels with ingrown wings."
Look what Daria wrote in the comments. Daria is proof that the language has uses most of us will never imagine. Somebody should pay her a lot of money. If not for words, then just because.
tell liam that i was born every which way crooked, and that i've been in and out of hospitals my whole life, and that while he probably won't believe me until he's twenty five at least, he'll some day be glad that he was born crooked, too. and in the meantime, you might tell him what my grandmother told me: crooked kids are angels with ingrown wings. that's where all the wobbly comes from. we were never meant to use our feet.
posted by I n g e r @ Monday, September 12, 2005
7 Comments:
Inger, your posts about Liam and Daria's comments brought tears to my eyes. Not just because I'm overtly sensitive, but because my brother and niece were both born "crooked". Those two angels with ingrown wings have changed my life immeasurably!
I am amazed and awed at how well you explaine Liam's foot and scars to him. He's a lucky boy just as much as I'm certain you're a lucky mom! May many blessings float your way and be with you while visiting the Shriners!!
beautiful, beautiful children, inger. and how lucky for them to have YOU.
my youngest has a leg that's noticeably shorter, flat feet, and mild curvature of the spine. not easy for her, especially at the tender age of 13.
and yet, she is miles ahead of so many, spiritually and emotionally. i am sure you know what i'm saying.
and daria's comments were breathtaking.
Inger...you (Daria & Liam too!) bring me back to the ground and you make being on the ground a wonderful place to be.
Thank you for that. Thank you very very much.
STB
When words are used like this they hold such power for the reader. I had to sit a while before I made a comment. Just beautiful.
~Deb
you are kind. thank you for putting that up. you've made my month. every eyelash that falls out today will be a wish for liam.
My cousin’s daughter, ‘M’ was born with her right arm ending about 5” below her elbow.
The first doctor they saw actually suggested a hook. That’s when my cousin started doing her own research. They live in California, but found the best place for ‘arms’ was in Houston. They had to take a month off work and take out a mortgage on their house, but they wanted to get her the best they could. The Shriner’s were involved somehow, but I don’t remember in what capacity. They may have paid for the hotel or the airfare. Over the years, they had to return to Houston several times to have replacements made and fitted, as M. grew.
When M. was about 4, they were at the playground and she was swinging while my cousin sat with the other mother’s. At some point, M. took off her arm and ran up to my cousin and said “Will you hold this for me? I don’t want to wear it anymore.” Needless to say, the other mother’s were horrified and quickly gathered up their children.
M. never really wore her arm much after that. She just found life to be easier without it.
Since they started having them made for her when she was an infant, there was quite a collection. My cousin once said to me, “What am I going to do with all of these arms?” We decided she should make an armchair. We’re weird like that.
Once, when M. was about seven, they were at a public pool and some boy shouted, “Look Mom! That girl only has one arm!” All of the other kids started laughing. M. chased him all around the pool. When she finally caught with him she said, “You’re wrong. I do too have two arms. One is just shorter than the other.” She just wanted to correct him, that was all.
When she started going to a new school, M. scheduled a meeting with the principal, without my cousin knowing. What she wanted to do and ended up doing, was going to each classroom to talk about her short arm, answer any questions, let the kids look at it up close and even touch it if they wanted to. This was self-preservation. And she was never made fun of after that.
M. will be sixteen later this month. Her birthday is the day before mine and her middle name is my first name. She is an honor student, plays on several sports teams and is in the school band. She has a boyfriend. Life is good.
That really is a beautiful comment.
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