So on this Mother's Day I found this and I'm posting it here, not in honour of all the mothers who have been given the handmade card covered in glue and glitter or the tray of burnt toast and cold tea in bed for breakfast made by loving little ones, but for the mothers for whom today is painful. For the mothers that never could conceive. For the mothers who miscarried too many times. For the mothers who held their babes for only a short time. For the mothers who have had to bury their children. The tears you shed are the extent of your love. The tears that are always there behind the eyes and ever ready to fall. The tear that welled from an ocean of so much love.
WHEN GOD CREATED 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."
And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?"
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable 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."
The angel shook her head slowly and said,
"Six pairs of hands.... no way."
It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
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 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 and say.
"I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow ..."
I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals 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 a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.”
I'm grateful today for the friends I have who remember I am a mum of two precious children, not that today, Mother's Day, is really so important in the great scheme of things, but somehow missing Izzy here makes it seem so. I love my son with all my heart and as much as I am smiling today there is also a tear ... a mother's tear of joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride for my daughter.
The Dreadess xx