16 July 2008

Wordful Wednesday

Every woman is a mother, whether they have given birth or not.
Think about mother someone is to care.
We have each mothered a niece, a nephew, a friend's children, a sister or brother, a coworker, a neighbor's child the lost child at Wal Mart and the list goes on...
I think I'm "preaching to the choir" today because I needed a reminder of what a mother is made of because my mothering has been stretched to the limit lately on my own blessings.
Erma Bombeck is one of my favorite writers. The world took a hit when she went on to be with God.
Here's one of my favorite writings of hers:
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 specifications 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 the problems," the Lord said, "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 pair here in the back of her head to see what she shouldn't but what what she has to know, and, of course, the eyes 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, "come to bed." "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 one pound of hamburger, and get a 9-year-old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of the Mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" the Lord said excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this Mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"asked the angel.
"Not only think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the Mother's cheek.
"There's a leak," the angel said. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the angel. "It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."
"You are a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber, and said "I didn't put it there."
By Erma Bombeck


Hallie's Mom said...

Just want to send good thoughts (and a virtual hug or two) your way from New England. As a Mom and grandmother I can really relate.
Keep smiling!!!

Alice said...

I love this one Ness. Especially for those of us who aren't "official mothers" but have had the chance to mother a couple of kids.

Beautiful post again. I look forward to your Wednesdays!

jojo said...

I l.o.v.e. Erma Bombeck ;) I have all of her books and the last gift my mom ever gave me was the last book Erma wrote. They passed within days of each other and I like to think they are BFFs now!