![]() |
![]() ![]() "When God Created Mothers"
![]() When The good Lord was creating Mothers...He was into
![]() his sixth day of "overtime." An angel appeared and said,
![]() "You're sure doing a lot of fiddling around on this one!"
![]() God nodded and said, "Yes, but have you read the specs on this order?
![]() She has to be completely washable, but not made of plastic.
![]() She has to have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable.
![]() She'll have to run on black coffee and leftovers.
![]() She'll need a lap that disappears when she stands up.
![]() She'll have to have a kiss that can cure anything from a
![]() scraped finger to a disappointed love affair.
![]() She will also need six pairs of hands."
![]() The angel shook her head slowly and said,
![]() "Six pairs of hands?...No way!"
![]() "It is not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord.
![]() "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
![]() "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
![]() The Lord nodded and said, "One pair is to see through
![]() closed doors when she asks, "What are you kids doing in
![]() there?"...although she'll already know.
![]() She needs another pair here in the back of her head that can
![]() see the things she shouldn't have to, but things that she has to know.
![]() And of course, she'll need a set of eyes here in front that
![]() will be able to look at a child when he goofs up. Those eyes
![]() will be able to say, "I understand and I love you," without
![]() even muttering a word."
![]() "Lord," said the angel touching God's sleeve gently,
![]() "you had better go to bed.
![]() Tomorrow..."
![]() "I can't," interrupted the Lord. "I'm so close now to
![]() creating something that is so much like myself,
![]() that I just can't stop.
![]() I've already created one who can...heal herself when she is
![]() sick, feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger, and can
![]() get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower."
![]() Slowly, the angel circled and carefully looked at the model of a Mother.
![]() "It's too soft!" the angel sighed.
![]() "But she's tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot
![]() imagine what this mother will be able to do or the things that
![]() she will be able to endure."
![]() The angel asked, "Can she think?"
![]() "Not only can she think, but she will be able to reason and
![]() compromise," said the creator.
![]() Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the
![]() cheek of the mother. "There's a leak in her!" the angel pronounced.
![]() "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
![]() "That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear!"
![]() "What's it for?" asked the angel.
![]() The Lord said, "It's for joy, sadness, dissappointment,
![]() pain, loneliness, love and pride."
![]() "Wow! You're a genius!" said the angel.
![]() The Lord looked somber and said, "But I didn't put it there!"
![]() ~Erma Bombeck~
![]() ![]() |
![]() |