When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of
"overtime" when the angel appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of
fiddling around on this one."
And God said, "Have you read the
specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not
plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee
and 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."
The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way."
It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God 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 that can look at a child when he goofs up
and say. 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a
word."
God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...."
I
can't," said God, "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 on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year 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 God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."
Can it think?"
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
What's it for?"
It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.”
“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt
the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful
in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or
pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed
and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the
human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart
bared, beating forever outside its chest.”
“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother
is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood,
making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I
cannot now imagine a life without her.”
“Does your ma know you're this silly?" she demanded tartly.
He
nodded, comically sad. "The few gray hairs she has on her head are my
doing. But" — with an exaggerated change of mood — "I send her plenty of
money, so she can pay to have them dyed!"
“Womanhood is a wonderful thing. In womankind we find the mothers of the
race.There is no man so great, nor none sunk so low, but once he lay a
helpless, innocent babe in a woman's arms and was dependent on her love
and care for his existence. It is woman who rocks the cradle of the
world and holds the first affections of mankind. She possesses a power
beyond that of a king on his throne.
...Womanhood stands for all that
is pure and clean and noble. She who does not make the world better for
having lived in it has failed to be all that a woman should be.”
“You are doing God's work. You are doing it wonderfully well. He is
blessing you, and He will bless you, --even--no, -especially--when your
days and your nights may be most challenging. Like the woman who
anonymously, meekly, perhaps even with hesitation and some
embarrassment, fought her way through the crowd just to touch the hem of
the Master's garment, so Christ will say to the women who worry and
wonder and weep over their responsibility as mothers, `Daughter, be of
good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole.' And it will make your
children whole as well.”
“It is the custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to
rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning,
repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered
during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you
would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very
interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would
see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your
contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making
discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it
were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When
you wake in the morning, the naughtinesses and evil passions with which
you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of
your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out prettier
thoughts, ready for you to put on.”
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