The Creation of Mothers

While the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of
"overtime" when an angle appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling
around this one."
The Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this order?"

She has to be completely washable, but not plastic.
 Have 180 movable parts...all replacable
 Run on black coffee and leftovers
 Have lap that dissapears when she stands up
 Have a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a broken heart
 And have six pairs of hands.

The angle shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands.. not possible."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. "It's the
three pairs of eyes that mothers need to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that see 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 see 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, "Get some rest. You can
continue this 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. "It's too soft," she
"But incredibly tough," said the Lord. "You cannot imagine what a mother
can do or what it must endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the mother's cheek.
"I'm afraid there's a leak," she pronounced.
 "You're trying to put too much into this model. You can't ignore the
stress factor."
The Lord moved in for a closer look and gently lifted the 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?"
"The tear is for joy, sadness, dissappointment, compassion, pain,
loneliness, and pride."
"Beautiful," the angel said. "You are a genius."
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there."

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