The Lord was into his 6th day of overtime, creating Mothers, when an angel appeared to Him and said”, You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
“Have you seen the specifications on this order?” God asked. “She has to be completely washable but not made of plastic. She needs to have 180 moveable and replaceable parts,
She must be able to run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that completely disappears when she stands up, and a kiss that can cure everything from a broken leg to a broken heart.
Oh, and six pairs of hands.”
“Six pairs of hands?” said the angel. “No way!”
“Actually,” said the Lord, “It’s not the six pairs of hands that are causing the problem, it’s the three pairs of eyes.”
“That’s on the standard model,” said the angel and God nodded.
“One pair to see through closed doors and ask”What are you kids up to in there?, even though she already knows
Another pair in the back of her head so she can see things that she she really shouldn’t see but needs to know about. And of course the eyes in the front that tells a child she loves them and understands even when they’re in trouble, without uttering a word.
“Lord,” said the angel,“go to bed. Tomorrow is another day.”
“I can’t,” said the Lord,” I’m so close now. Already I have one that can heal herself when she’s sick, feed a family of six on half a kilo of mince, and get an eight year old under the shower.”
The angel circled the model very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
“But tough,”said the Lord.” you cannot imagine what this Mother can do or endure.”
“Can it think?” asked the angel.
“Not only think,”replied the Lord.” but reason and compromise as well!”
Finally the angel bent over and ran a finger across a soft cheek.
“There’s a leak,” she said.
“That’s not a leak,” said God. “It’s a tear.”
“WHat’s it for?” asked the angel
” It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment,pain, loneliness, and pride.”
“You’re a genius,” said the angel.
And God smiled softly. Not for what he had accomplished but for the joy His creation would bring.
From one mother to another. I know only a mother will understand the rigours and the joys of being a a MOTHER!
…….there’s nothing else that can compare!