WHEN GOD CREATED MOMSWhen the
Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of overtime, when an
angel
appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot
of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you
read the spec on this one?" 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 pair 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," said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes.
"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, 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."
"Lord," said the angel,
touching his sleeve gently, "Rest for now. Tomorrow..."
"I can't," said the Lord.
"I'm so close to creating something 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 the
mother very slowly. "She's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said the Lord
excitedly. "You cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure."
"Can she think?"
"Not only think, but she 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, 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're a genius," said
the angel.
The Lord looked somber, "I
didn't put it there."