When God Created Mothers.

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 this one my Lord?.”

And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; she had 180 moveable parts all replaceable; she can run on black coffee and leftovers; she has a lap that disappears when she stands up; her kisses can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; And I especially made six pairs of hands on her ONLY.”

The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands? no way my Lord.”

The good Lord answered: “It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,”…I also make it sure that she had three pairs of eyes that only MOTHERS like her 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 uttering a word.”

“Lord”, said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “go to your bed, you can finish it in another day, except Tomorrow…”

“I can’t,” said the Lord, “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 the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

“Can it think?” asked the angel.

“Not only 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 here my Lord,” 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.”

“a TEAR my LOrd? What’s it for?”

“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride.”

“You are a genius my Lord,” said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there.”
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Women come in all sizes,colors and shapes
nobody in this world could ever equate a WOMAN, specially a MOTHER. 
she can smile when in truth she wanted to scream.
she could go without new shoes so her children can have them.
cry when children excel 
give compassion and ideals.
we’re strong when we think there is no strength left.
-Jonarita Isabelita R. Crave, RN-