The UNCHOSEN

Her head thrown back, mouth open in a choked off wail, tears making shiny tracks down her mocha face and dripping off her chin. She was not chosen… AGAIN. It happens frequently in this house, too frequently. Faith and Mazie are two years apart in age. Faith is immature for her age and most of her friends are Mazie’s age, in Mazie’s grade. Sometimes, they go away TOGETHER to visit their friend in common and sometimes only one friend is allowed…

and the choice is:

 Faith. Always, Faith.  This is the hardest part of being a MOM to a special one.

Mazie’s wails cut me to the heart. That yawning, hole opens inside and I feel her rejection as if it were my own. Always the unchosen, always the rejected, always at the bottom of the heap; what friend will see the eyes full of life, the heart full of fun, the body full of energy, and the loyalty, kindness and the strength of character? Where is Mazie’s special friend?

Shyloh sees her pain and anguish also. She gathers her close and whispers words of affirmation, words of strength, and words of wisdom. She takes it as her job to make Mazie feel loved and special. Today, Shyloh will be her special friend. Together they go swimming; together they laugh and play and read books; together they visit the library.

At the end of the day I look into my sweet Mazie’s eyes and see what I have been looking for all day: contentment, peace, self-worth, and loved. That is what large families are about in their most pure and precious form.  That is worth so much more than what money can buy:

 LOVE is patient, LOVE is kind (I Corinthians 13:4).

 By this shall all men know that you are my disciples, if you have love one to another (John 13:35).

 Love…I saw it today, did you?

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