A little boy asked his mother "Why are you crying 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, "Dad, why does mom
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 decided to ask God,
"God, why do women cry so easily and for no reason?"
God said, "When I made women she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the burden 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
own children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
when everyone else gives up and to 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 her very badly. This same sensitivity helps her make a child's
'boo-boo' feel better and share in her teenager's anxieties and fears.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and I
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.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use
whenever it is needed.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries nor the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
"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, "Dad, why does mom
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 decided to ask God,
"God, why do women cry so easily and for no reason?"
God said, "When I made women she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the burden 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
own children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
when everyone else gives up and to 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 her very badly. This same sensitivity helps her make a child's
'boo-boo' feel better and share in her teenager's anxieties and fears.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and I
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.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use
whenever it is needed.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries nor the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
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