"Why are you crying?" he asked his mom. "Because
I'm a mother" she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His
mom just hugged him to her and said, "You never will."
Later the little boy asked his father why mother seemed
to cry for no reason. "All mothers
cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still
wondering why mothers cry. One night, he had a dream. In his dream, he called
God on the telephone. When God came to the
phone the man asked, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?" God answered him, "My son, you see, when
I made mothers, I knew they had to be special.
I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort. I
gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many
times come from their children and mates. I gave them a hardiness that allows
them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their
families through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave them the
sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their
child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a
child's boo-boo feel better and helps them share a teenager's anxieties and
fears. I gave them a tear to shed. It's
theirs, exclusively, to use whenever needed. It's their only weakness. It is a tear for mankind."
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