When the 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 the Lord said, "Have you read the specs 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 pairs of hands."
The angel shook his 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 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 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," he sighed.
"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly, "You cannot imagine what
the mother can do or endure."
"Can she think?" asked the angel.
"Not only think, but she can reason and compromise," said the
Creator.
Finally the angel bent over and ran his finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," he 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?" asked the angel.
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and
pride," replied the Lord.
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."