"Mother, you are like the shadow of a GREAT rock in a weary land -- a source of refuge from the scorching sun and a vision of strength to the weak...."
"Why are you crying?" a young son asked his mom.
"Because I'm a woman" she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will"...
Later the
little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to
cry for no reason?"
"All women
cry for no reason," was all his dad could say...
The little
boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women
cry. Finally he put in a call to GOD. When GOD got
on the phone, the man said, "GOD, why do women cry
so easily?"
GOD said,
"When I made women she had to be special. I made her
shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the
world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort....
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times comes from her
children...
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up and take care of
her family through sickness and fatigue without
complaining...
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children
under any and all circumstances, even when her child
has hurt them very badly...
This same sensitivity helps her make a child's
boo-boo feel better and shares in their teenagers'
anxieties and fears...
I gave her strength to carry her husband through
his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect
his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good, honest
and loving husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes
tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside
him unfalteringly.
I gave her a tear to shed; it's hers exclusively to
use whenever it is needed. It's her only weakness...It's
a tear for mankind...."
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
This page is especially dedicated to my Mom,
whom I've given lots of grey hair.