"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was
nestled in her arms, and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face,
she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window.
The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing was
perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred.
When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's
arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He
blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy... called me a freak."
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favourite with his fellow students,
he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent
for literature and music. "You might mingle with other young people," his mother
reproved him, but felt a tenderness in her heart.
The boy's father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done?
"I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the
doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such
a sacrifice for a young man.
Two years went by. Then, "You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have
someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret," said the father.
The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents
blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later, he married and entered the diplomatic service. "But I must know!" he
urged his father. "Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him."
"I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you
are not to know... not yet."
The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come... one of the darkest
days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's
casket.
Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-
brown hair to reveal... that the mother had no outer ears. "Mother said she was
glad she never let her hair be cut," he whispered gently, "and nobody ever
thought mother less beautiful, did they?"
~ A Mother’s Love ~
Born Without Ears ~unknown
nestled in her arms, and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face,
she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window.
The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing was
perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred.
When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's
arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He
blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy... called me a freak."
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favourite with his fellow students,
he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent
for literature and music. "You might mingle with other young people," his mother
reproved him, but felt a tenderness in her heart.
The boy's father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done?
"I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the
doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such
a sacrifice for a young man.
Two years went by. Then, "You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have
someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret," said the father.
The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents
blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later, he married and entered the diplomatic service. "But I must know!" he
urged his father. "Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him."
"I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you
are not to know... not yet."
The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come... one of the darkest
days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's
casket.
Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-
brown hair to reveal... that the mother had no outer ears. "Mother said she was
glad she never let her hair be cut," he whispered gently, "and nobody ever
thought mother less beautiful, did they?"
~ A Mother’s Love ~
Born Without Ears ~unknown
Soundtrack: My Child
| Pink Peony - Dawn Cove Abbey garden - June 2007 |
| Making a decision to have a child--it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone |
Real beauty lies not in the physical appearance,
but in the heart.
Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but
what cannot be seen.
Real love lies not in what is done and known,
but in what is done but not known.
but in the heart.
Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but
what cannot be seen.
Real love lies not in what is done and known,
but in what is done but not known.
MorningStar for people
To submit comments, requests or materials,
contact me at outreach@dawncoveabbey.org
contact me at outreach@dawncoveabbey.org
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Article, haiku, humour and poem contributions are welcomed, and gratefully received
Layout & Design by DawnStar
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