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 spec on this one?
She has to be completely washable,
but not plastic;
have 180 moveable 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 pair 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,
"Rest for now. Tomorrow..."
"I can't,"
said the Lord.
"I'm so close to creating something
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 can get a nine year old
to stand under a shower.
"The angel circled the model
of the mother very slowly.
"She's too soft,"
she sighed.
"But tough!"
said the Lord excitedly.
"You cannot imagine
what the mother
can do or endure."
"Can she think?"
"Not only think,
but she 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 put 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're a genius,"
said the angel.
The Lord looked somber,
"I didn't put it there."
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