When God Made Fathers
When the Good Lord was creating Fathers, He started with a
tall frame. And a female angel nearby said "What kind of
father is that? If you're going to make children so close to
the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won't be
able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed
without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping".
And God smiled and said, "Yes, he needs to kneel and be
humble, and besides, if I make him child-size, who would the
children have to look up to?
And when God made a Father's hands, they were large and
sinewy. And the angel shook her head sadly and said "Do you
know what you're doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can't
manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony-tails
or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats."
And God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to
hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the
end of a day, yet gentle enough to cup a daughter's small
face."
And then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders. And
the angel nearly was alarmed. "Boy, this is the end of the
week, alright," she clucked. "Do you realize you just made a
father who has no lap? How is he going to pull a child close to
him without the kid falling between his legs?"
And God smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap. A father
needs strong shoulders to pull a sled and balance a boy on a
bicycle, or to hold up the head of a sleeping daughter on the
way home from a day at the circus."
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet
anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no
longer. "Do you honestly think those large boats are going to
dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or
walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least
three of the guests?"
And God smiled saying, "They'll work. You'll see. They'll
support a small child who wants to ride a horse or scare off
mice at the summer cabin. He'll wear shoes that will be a
challenge to fill."
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few
words, but a firm authoritative voice, eyes that saw
everything, yet remained calm and tolerant. Finally... almost as
an afterthought, God added tears. Then he turned to the
angel and said, "Now, are you satisfied he can love as much as
a mother?"
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