"Why are you crying?" he 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 woman 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 to 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 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."
REAL MOTHERS
Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to
make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably
in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and
happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried playdough doesn't come out
of shag carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just
sucked up. Real
Mothers sometimes ask "why me?" and get their answer
when a little voice
says, "because I love you best."
Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured
by height or
years or grade...It is marked by the progression of
Mama to Mommy to Mom...
The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mom knows a lot!
A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mother doesn't really
know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE ~ Naturally, Mother doesn't
know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE ~ Mother? She's hopelessly
old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE ~ That old woman? She's way out
of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE ~ Well, she might know a
little bit about it.
35 YEARS OF AGE ~ Before we decide, let's
get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wonder what Mom would have
thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wish I could talk it over
with Mom
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 from 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!