An excerpt concerning “sainthood” from her story, written by her mother:
I always thought parents who looked after disabled children were saints, that you had to be a special kind of person. Now I know that isn’t true. I am not a special person. I am certainly not a saint. At times I feel frustrated and angry and resentful and sad and I wish I didn’t have to do it. I feel envious of parents of children who don’t have any problems. I feel it is unfair that most children learn things so easily and my daughter has to struggle so hard.
But at the end of the day, I do cope. More than that, I enjoy my daughter. And that is because of Willow and the love that a mother has for her child. When people ask me how I do it, I usually just reply “She’s my daughter”.
I would add that the sacrifices these parents make according to Christ’s pattern put them on the road to sainthood. St. Maximus the Confessor spoke of the imperfect perfection of the saints.
For Willow Bush’ full story: http://www.aicardisyndrome.org/index.php?pname=meetus/pages&fname=Willow-Bush