AND THEN GOD CREATED THIS MOTHER ...

[mjthewriterdad]

This is something I found about 10 years ago:

AND THEN  GOD CREATED THIS MOTHER ....

                  When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into
            His sixth day of 'overtime' when an angel appeared and said,
            "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

                  And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this
            order?  She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,
            have 180 movable parts - all replaceable, run on black
            coffee and leftovers, have a lap that disappears when she
            stands up, a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg
            to a disappointed love affair and six pairs of hands, ears that
            will hear things she doesn't want to hear, a mouth that can
            gently kiss away scrapes and bruises and yet tear the hide right
           of those who try anything against the best interests of her child.  
           Yes,  this model will have be able to sit patiently and listen
           to outlandish reports about her child without flinching.  She
            will have to hear how hopeless it all is and know that it isn't so.  
           She will have to have those kinds of eyes that don't tear when
           she hears other mothers talk about how well things are going for  
            their children."   The angel shook its head slowly and said,
            "Six pairs of hands, yet?  No way."

                  "It's not the hands that are causing the problems,"
            said the Lord.  "It's the three pairs of eyes this mother
            has to have."   "That's on the standard model?" asked the
            angel.  The Lord nodded and said, "One pair that sees
            through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing
            in there?' when she already knows.  Another pair here in the
            back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she
            has to know and, of course, the ones here in front that can
            look at a child when he goofs up for the 99th time) and say,
           'I understand and I love you anyway' without so much as uttering
            a word."

                  "Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve gently,
            "come to bed.  Tomorrow..." "I can't", answered the Lord.
            "I am so close to creating something so close to myself.
            Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, feeds
            a family of six on one pound of hamburger and gets her nine-
            year-old to stand under a shower."

                  The angel circled the model. of a mother very slowly.
            "It's too soft," it sighed.  "But tough!" said the Lord
            excitedly.  'You cannot imagine what this mother can do or
            endure." "Can it think?" asked the angel.  "Not only can it
            think," said the Creator, "it can reason and compromise."

                  Finally, the angel bent over and ran a finger across
            the cheek.   "There is a leak," it pronounced.    "I told you
            that you were trying to put too much into this model."
            "That's not a leak, said the Lord, "it's a tear."  "What's
            it for?" asked the angel.  "Tears are for joy, sadness,
            disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride ... this model
            will  know a lot about all that." answered the
            Lord.   "But you know"  He continued, "I don't even remember  
            putting that tear there."

           "By the way", asked the angel, " what will you call
           this model?"    "I will call this one simply the mother of
           an autistic child."  

                                                          Author Unknown

[i4dysign]

Oh my gosh...that poem is amazing. Thank you!!! I sent it to my family and friends. Describes me exactly. :)