When the good Lord creating Mothers He was into His 6th day of "overtime" when an angel came by and said "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord answered: "Have you read the spec on this order?
She must be washable, but not plastic,
Have more than 180 movable parts... all replaceable.
Run on left-over's,
Have a lap that disappears when she stands up,
A kiss that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart
And six pairs of hands"
The angel shook Her head slowly "Six pairs of hands....no way!"
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," The Lord said, "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers are supposed to have."
"And this is the standard model?! "
The Lord nodded, "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks "What's going on in there?" when she already knows. Another here at the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course, the ones here at the front that can look at a child when they goof up and say, "I understand and I love you" with out so much as uttering a word.
"Lord," The angel said, touching His sleeve gently, "come to bed. Tomorrow..."
"I won't," said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something so close to myself"
"Already I have one who cures herself when sick... can feed a family of 6 on one pound of hamburger... and can get a 9 yr old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model very slowly, "She's too soft." She said.
"But tough!" the Lord said excitedly, "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can she think?" the angel asked.
The Lord answered "Not only can she think, she can reason and compromise."
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 isn't a leak," said the Lord "....it's a tear"
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
And the Lord said:
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride"
"You are a genius ," the angel said.
The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there"
-Original Author: Erma Bombeck
Woman has strengths that amazes man.
She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens.
She holds happiness, love and opinions.
She smiles when feeling like screaming.
She sings when she feels like crying,
She cries when she is happy
and laughs when she is afraid.
She fights for what she believes in.
Stands up against injustice.
She doesn't take "no" for an answer, when she can see a better solution.
She gives herself so her family can thrive.
She takes her friend to the doctor if she is afraid.
Her love is unconditional.
She cries when her kids are victorious.
She is happy when her friends do well.
She is glad when she hears of a birth or a wedding.
Her heart is broken when a next of kin or friend dies.
But she finds the strength to get on with life.
She knows that a kiss and a hug can heal a broken heart.
There is only one thing wrong with her
She forgets what she is worth...
Pass this on to your lady friends to remind them how fantastic they are....
Pass it on to males you know too. Sometimes they need to be reminded..!!!
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the county Clerk's office was
asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated,
uncertain how to classify herself. "What I mean is," explained the
recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a...?" "Of course I have a
job," snapped the woman. "I'm a Mom." "We don't list 'Mom' as an
occupation, "housewife covers it," said the recorder emphatically. I
forgot all about her story until one day..I found myself in the same
situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a
career woman, poised, efficient and possessed of a high sounding title
like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "What is your
occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.
*"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human
Relations."*The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked
up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly
emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my
pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official
questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in
your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) in the
laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and
out). I'm working for my Masters, (the whole darned family) and already
have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most
demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often
work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more
challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more
of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I
was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could
hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child
development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had
scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as
someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just
another Mom." Motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially when
there's a title on the door. Does this make grandmothers "Senior
Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human
Relations" and great grandmothers Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research
Assistants. Please send this to another Mom, Grandmother, Aunt, and
other friends you know. May your troubles be less, your blessings be
more and nothing but happiness come through your door
