And God created Mothers


The time the Lord made mothers, he was into the sixth day of creation and working overtime. An angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"

And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."


The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Six pairs of hands!" said the angel. The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the big problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"

"And that's on the standard model?" the angel asked. The Lord nodded and explained, "Yes... one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head, to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are in the front of her head, for looking at a child with love and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."

The angel tried to tell the Lord to take a break. "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."

"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine-year-old to stand in the shower."



The angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord." "She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."

"Will she be able to think?" asked the angel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate." The angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."



"That's not a leak." the Lord said. "That's a tear." "What's the tear for?" the angel asked. The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."

The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!" The Lord looked at the angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again, my friend. I created the woman, but she created the tear."



The author of this piece is Erma Bombeck. She has written many wonderful and moving things. She was also Catholic and often wrote about Catholic topics. She was a great author who is still missed today.

Once u In a time there was a child ready to be born

The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth today,
but how am I going to live there, being so small and helpless?"

God said, "My child, from all my many angels,
I chose a special one just for you.
She will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

The child said, "But God, here in heaven,
I don't do anything else but sing and smile, and it makes me happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and smile for you,
and you will feel your angel's love, and that will make you happy."

The child said, "And how will I understand when people talk to me,
if I don't know the language that men talk on Earth?"

God replied, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful
and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much
patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And God," said the child,
"What am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together
and will teach you how to pray, and I will hear you."

The child said, "I've heard that on earth there
are bad people and many evil things. Who will protect me?"

"Your angel will defend you," said God,
"Even if it means risking her life.
You are more precious than anything to her."

The child said,
"But I will always be sad,
because I will not see you anymore."

God smiled and said, "Your angel will teach you
the way for you to be good and come back
to me, and through her you will know
that I am always watching over you."

Then they heard voices calling from Earth,
and the child knew it was time to go. "God,"
the child asked softly,
"If I am about to leave now, could you please
tell me my angel's name, so I will know her?"

And God said,
"Your angel's real name is of no importance...
You will call your angel: