While the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was well into his sixth day of overtime. Then
and angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this
one!"
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely
washable, but not plastic...Have 180 movable parts, all replaceable...run on black coffee
and leftovers...have a lap that disappears when she stands up and a kiss that can cure
anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. Plus she has to have six pairs
of hands!"
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "SIX PAIRS OF HANDS? Not possible!"
"Oh, it's not the hands that are causing me the problem," 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. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, "What
are you doing in there?" when she already knows. Another pair 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 the
front that can look at a child and reflect, "I understand and I love you without so
much a saying a word."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest. Finish
this tomorrow."
"I can't," he answered. "I'm too close to creating something so close to
Myself. Already I have one that heals herself when she's sick; can feed a family of six on
one pound of hamburger and can get a nine-year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly and sighed, "But it's so
soft."
"And yet she's so TOUGH," said the Lord, excitedly. "You cannot imagine
what the mother can handle or do!"
"Can it think?" asked the angel.
"Not only think but it can reason and compromise!" answered the Creator.
Finally the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the mother's cheek. "There's a
leak!" she pronounced. "I told you, You were trying to put too much in this
model! You can't ignore the stress factor."
The Lord moved closer and lifted the little drop of moisture to His finger where it
glistened and sparkled in the light. "It's not a leak," He said. "It's a
tear."
"A TEAR?" asked the angel. "What's it for?"
"It's for Joy, Sadness, Disappointment, Compassion, Pain, Loneliness, and
Pride."
The angel exclaimed, "YOU'RE A GENIUS!"
And the Lord looked somber and replied; "I didn't put it there."
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