"Have you seen the
specifications for this order?"
"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
and a kiss that can cure
anything
from a broken leg to a
broken heart,
and have six pairs of
hands."
The angel shook her head
slowly and said
"Six pairs of hands? Not
possible"
"Oh, its not the six pairs of hands that are giving me trouble
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 doors when she
asks
what's going on in there.
When she already knows.
Another in the back of
her head
to see things she shouldn't,
but has to know.
And of course, the ones
in the front
that can look at the child
and reflect
I understand and I love
you, without saying a word."
"Lord." said the angel
"Get some rest and finish
tomorrow."
"I can't." said the Lord
"I'm so close to creating
something so close to myself.
Already I have one that
heals herself when she is sick,
can feed a family of six
on a pound of hamburger
and get a nine year old
to stand under a shower."
The angel looked at the
model of
the mother and sighed,
"It's so soft."
"But tough!" said the
Lord,
"You can't imagine what
this mother can handle or do."
"Can it think?" asked
the angel.
"Not only think but she
can reason
and compromise too." said
the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent
over and ran
her finger across the
model's cheek.
"There's a leak." she
pronounced
"I told you you were putting
too much in this model.
You can't ignore the stress
factor."
The Lord took a closer
look and gently
lifted the drop of moisture
to his finger
where it glistened and
sparkled in the light.
"It's not a leak." He
said, "It's a tear."
"A tear." asked the angel
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness,
disappointment
compassion, pain, loneliness
and pride."
The angel said, "Your
a genius."
The Lord looked somber
and explained
"I didn't put it there."
Frances Miriam Webster
Brunson
July 1st 1921 to
January 3rd 2001
7 children
13 grandchildren
6 great grandchildren
"If Ever There Was A Perfect
Mom, It's Mine!
"I Love and Miss You
Mama"
