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| ~When God Made Mothers~ |
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| When the Good Lord was
dreating Mothers he was into the sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared
& said, "You are doing a lot of fiddling around with this one." �And
the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this order?" |
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| She has to be completely
washable, but not plastic. �Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. �Run on
black coffee & leftovers. �Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. �A
kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair...and six
pairs of hands.. |
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| The angel shook her head
slowly & said, "Six pairs of hands....No Way." �"It's not the
hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. �"It's the three pairs
of eyes that mothers have to have." |
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| "That's on the
standard model?" �asked the angel. �The Lord nodded. �"One pair
that sees through closed doors when she asks, "What are you kids doing in
there?" �when she already knows. �Another here in the back of her head that
sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, & of course the ones here in the
front that can look at child when he goofs up & say, "I understand & I love
you" without so much as uttering a word." |
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| "Lord," said the
angel touching his sleeve gently, "Come to bed. �Tomorrow..." |
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| "I can't," said
the Lord, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. �Already I
have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six with one pound of
hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower." |
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| The angel circled the model
of a Mother very slowly. �"It's too soft," she sighed. |
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| "But tough" said
the Lord excitedly. �"You cannot imagine what this Mother can do or
endure." |
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| "Can it think?" |
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| "Not only can it
think, but it can reason & compromise," �said the Creator. �Finally,
the agel bent over & ran a finger across the cheek. �"There is a leak,"
�she pronounced. �"I told you, you were trying to put too much into this
model." |
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| "It's not a
leak," �said the Lord "it's a tear." |
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| "What's it for?" |
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| "It's for joy,
sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness & pride." |
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| "You are a
genius," �said the angel. |
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| The Lord looked somber.
�"I didn't put it there." |
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