While the Good Lord was creating Mothers, He was well into his sixth day of overtime. Then an angel appeared and said, "Youíre doing a lot of fiddling around on this one!"
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specifications of this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable. Run on black coffee and left overs. Have a lap that disappears when she stand up and a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. Plus, she has to have six pair of hands!"
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pair of hands!!? Not possible!"
"Oh, its not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. "Itís the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"Thatís on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ĎWhat are you doing in there?í, when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldnít, but what she has to know. And of course, the ones here in the front that can look at a child and reflect, ĎI understand, and I loveí , without so much as saying a word."
"Lord," said the angel touching His sleeve gently, "Get some rest. Finish this tomorrow."
"I canít," answered the Lord. "Iím so close to creating something so close to Myself. Already I have one that heals herself when sheís 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 and sighed, "But itís too soft."
"And yet sheís tough?" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what the mother can handle or do!"
"Can it think?" asked the angel.
"Not only think, but it can reason and compromise!" answered the Creator.
Finally the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the mothers cheek. ĎThereís a leak!" she pronounced. "I told you. You were trying to put to much in this model! You canít ignore the stress factor."
The Lord moved in closer to look and gently lifted the drop of moisture to His finger where it glistened and sparkled in the light. "Itís not a leak," He said. "Itís a tear."
"A tear?" asked the angel. "Whatís it for?"
"Itís for Joy, Sadness, Disappointment, Compassion, Pain, Loneliness and Pride."
And the angel exclaimed, "You're a genius!!!"
The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didnít put it there."