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| When the good Lord was creating Fathers, He started with a tall frame. |
| A female angel nearby said "What kind of a father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put the Father up so high? |
| He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling. tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without stooping." |
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| God smiled & said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?" |
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| And when God made a Fathers hands, they were large. The angel shook her head |
| & said, "Large hands can't manage diaper |
| pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, |
| or even remove splinters caused |
| from baseball bats." |
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| Again God smiled & said, "I know, but they're |
| large enough to hold everthing a small |
| boy empties from his pockets, yet |
| small enough to cup a childs face in them." |
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| Then God molded long slim legs & broad |
| shoulders, "Do you realize you just made a |
| Father without a lap?" The angel chuckled. |
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| God said, "A Mother needs a lap. A Father |
| needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, to |
| balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a |
| sleepy head on the way home from the circus." |
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| When God was in the middle of creating the |
| biggest feet any one had ever seen, the angel |
| could not contain herself any longer. |
| "That's not fair. Do you honestly think those |
| boats are going to get out of bed early in |
| the morning when the baby cries, or |
| walk through a birthday party |
| without crushing one or two of the guests?" |
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| God again smiled & said, "They will work. You will see. They will support a small child who |
| wants to ride to Branbury Cross or scare |
| mice away from a summer cabin, or display |
| shoes that will be a challenge to fill." |
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| God worked throughout the night, giving the |
| Father few words, but a firm |
| authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, |
| but remain calm & tolerant. |
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| Finally, almost as an after thought, He added |
| tears. Then he turned to the angel |
| and said, "Now are you satisfied he can love |
| as much as a Mother can?" |
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| The angel said nothing more. |
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| by Erma Bombeck |
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