As I think about my new Great Grandchild... and my darling Kris, who lost two other babies. I also think back to the fact Kris was always so hopeful (Hence Lilys middle name - Hope). Krissy knew she had so so so much love to give to a child. That she was destined to be a Mom, one way or the other. And now, finally, she has the blessing she has prayed for. I am filled with a love and gratitude I cant explain in words - and I write for a living! That said, Im reminded of a column that my Hero, Erma Bombeck wrote YEARS ago. And, all women are MOMS ... whether weve given birth or not. We nurture everything. We are the compassion givers of this planet. And so, here is that column to share with you... from Erma, and Kris, and me. xoxoxoxox Im pretty sure you will love it. 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 read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; Have 180 movable 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 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?” 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, “Go to bed. 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 a pound of hamburger... and she 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 she’s tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.” “Can it think?” “Not only can it 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,” she pronounced. “I told You You were trying to push too much into this model.” “It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.” “What’s it for?” “It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.” “You are a genius,” said the angel. The Lord looked somber. ...“I didn’t put it there,” He said.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 14:44:51 +0000
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