A little
boy asked his mother, ‘why are you crying?’
‘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,
‘Why does
mother 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 put in a call to God. When God got on the phone,
He asked,
‘God, why do women cry so easily?’
I made
her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight 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 children.
I gave
her a hardness that allows her to keep going when
everyone
else gives up, and take care of her family through
sickness
and fatigue without complaining.
I gave
her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
fashioned
her from his ribs to protect his heart.
And
finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it
is needed.’
‘You see
my son, ‘said God, ‘the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The
beauty of a women must be seen in her eyes, because that
is the
doorway to her heart, that is the place where love resides’.
