Happy Mothers Day !
Mothers Day is one of those days that tends to make me sad.

My mom died 2 years ago.. cancer. Its tough realizing that she's not at my parents home.. that I can't just pick the phone up and call her..or stop on over the house and visit her.

I still can picture in my head my mom rocking Abby to sleep as a baby, and all the joy she got of spending time with her granddaughter. I think she woulda loved to see the outgoing girl Abby has turned into and would have loved to have the chance to spoil granddaughter # 2, Emily.

It amazes me that Abby was just about two when my mom died.. but she still remembers and can identify "Ga Ga" (she couldn't say grandma back then)when she sees a picture of her.

When we drive by the cemetery Abby still reminds me that "thats where Ga Ga is sleeping". It always brings a tear to my eyes.

ANYWAY.. I wanted to share a story I heard a few years ago about mothers...

When the good Lord was creating Mothers, he was into his sixth day of overtime.
When the Angel appeared and said "You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one, aren't you?"

And the Lord said "Have you read the specs on this order?"
- She has to be completely washable, and not plastic.
- Have 180 removable parts .. all replaceable.
- Run on black coffee and leftovers
- A lap that can disappear when she stands up.
- A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair.
- And six pairs of hands.

The Angel shook his head slowly and said "six hands.. no way!"

The Lord replied.. "its not the hands that's the problem, it's the 3 sets of eyes that a mother must have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the Angel

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks "what are you kids doing in there?", when she already knows! Another here in the back of her head that lets her see what she shouldn’t , but what she has to know. And one of course in the front that can look at a child and say "I understand and I love you" without as so much uttering a word.

"Lord" said the Angel gently touching his sleeve. "Come to bed, you can finish it tomorrow."

"I can't" said the Lord, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one that can heal herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger, and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."

The Angel circled the model of the mother very slowly. "Its too soft" the Angel sighed.

"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You can't imagine what this mother can do or endure."

"Can it think?" asked the Angel

"Not only think... It can reason and compromise" said the Creator.

Then Angel bent over and ran his finger across the models cheek. "Look it sprung a leak" the Angel pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put in too much into this model"

"Its not a leak" said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's it for?" asked the Angel.

The Lord said "its for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."

"You're a genius!" said the Angel.

The Lord looked somber and said to the Angel... "I didn't put it there."


Happy Mothers Day to All... and Mom... I miss you!