While trying to get rid of some old papers , I happened to run into this beautiful ‘ essay’ on motherhood.
The author is unknown. Since Mother’s Day is upon us, I would like to share this essay with all of you, in honor of our mothers living and deceased.
When the Lord was creating mothers, he was in the sixth day of overtime when an angel said, ” You are doing a lot of fiddling around in this one.” And the Lord said, “Have you read the specd 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 disappear 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 pair 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 in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know. And of course, the ones in the 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 is another …..”
” I can’t, said the lord, ” I am so close now. 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 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 can’t imagine what this mother can do or endure.” ” Not only thinks, but it can reason and compromise, ” said the Creator. Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. ” There is a leak. There is a leak ” she pronounced.
” 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 did not put it there.”
HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY TO ALL MOTHERS. God bless you all.!
Fr. David, op