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And the Lord said, "Have
you read the specification on this order?"
"She has to be completely
washable but not plastic"
The angel shook her head slowly
and said, "6 pairs of hands....no way."
"It's not the hands that
are causing me the problems," said the Lord, "It's the
three pairs of eyes that Mothers have to have."
"That's in 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, and of course the ones here in front so that she can look
at a child when he goofs and say, 'I understand and I love you'
without so much as uttering a word." "Lord," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "come to bed. Tomorrow . .
"I can't," said the
Lord, "I'm so close to creating something so close to
myself. Already I have one that heals herself when she is sick .
. . can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger . . . and
can get a 9 yr. old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of
a Mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said the
Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this Mother can do
or endure."
"Can it think?"
Finally, the angel bent over
and ran a finger across the cheek. "There's a leak,"
she pronounced. "I told You You were trying to put too much
into this model."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness,
disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You are a genius,"
said the angel. The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there"
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