I have been fortunate enough to have lived in a small town and in a different time where having a large family was okay. Having had 6 children of my own, all single births I feel so blessed. Often I have been asked about my career where I worked and my response was that my children were my career, this is just my job. It was so true and some of the best years of my life were when I had two or three babies in bottles and diapers all at the same time. Being a stay-at-home mom certainly made it easier. We lacked for nothing really and all my children have turned out to be responsible, caring adults that I am extremely proud of. But a new page has come and an even newer one on the horizon. We have now 2 adult grandchildren and 5 babes all under the age of four. Another grandchild is on the way, a little girl. It’s so exciting to have so many little ones around although I’m glad it’s not me now. I don’t have that energy I once had but they are a joy to spend time with. This spring, in addition to our new granddaughter, we are expecting the arrival of our first great-grandchildren – two little girls. So the oldest of my children will now be a grandma. There is certainly lots of subject matter for portraits and I hope to do one of each of them but considering the hours I put into one piece of art, it may take awhile. This story written by Erma Bombeck is for all the mothers out there!
“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. God 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 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.