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Mother, A Maker Of Memories


When the good Lord was creating mothers, he was into his sixth day of overtime.

An angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one, Lord."

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 disappointing love affair; plus six pairs of hands."

The angel shook his 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 must 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?" Another pair in the back of her head that sees what she has to know. And, of course, the pair in front that can look at a child who goofs and say, without uttering a word, "I understand, and I love you!"

"Lord," said the angel gently touching his sleeve, "go to bed - tomorrow is another day."

"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close now. Already I have one who heals herself when sick; feeds a family of six on a pound of hamburger, and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower. And she's tough -- you have no idea what this mother can endure," said the Lord excitedly.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran a finger across the model's cheek. "But there's a leak!"

"It's not a leak," said the Lord, "it's a tear. It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked sombre. "But I didn't put it there," He replied.

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