AND GOD CREATED MOTHERS
When the good Lord was creating mothers He was into his
Sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said
“You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And the Lord said, “Have you seen the specification on this
order? She has to be completely washable but not the plastic…
have 180 movable parts, and 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 disappointed love affairs and six pairs of hands.”
The angel shook her 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?” asks the angel.
The Lord nodded, ‘One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks,
“What are the children doing in there?” when she already knows.’
“Another in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know and of course, the
one in front that can look at a child when he gets himself into trouble and say ‘I understand and love you’
without so much as muttering a word” “Lord”, said the angel touching his sleeve gently,
“go to bed tomorrow is another…”
“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close now. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, can feed a
family of six on half a kilo of mince and can get a nine year old to have a bath.”
The angel circled the model of the 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?”
“Not only think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Lord.
Finally the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the cheek.
“There’s a leak,” said the angel.
“It’s a tear.”
“What’s it for?”
“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointments, pain, loneliness and pride.”
“You are a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked sombre. “I didn’t put it there.”