Why Women Cry
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?'
God said:
'When I made the woman she had to be special.
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 with out complaining..
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults
and 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.'
'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 woman must be seen in her eyes, because that
is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.'
Apologizing
Do you keep your pride in check when it comes to apologizing? Ugly pride is rampant in society, but have you ever stopped to think about whether or not it is running wild in your life?
Doing the mom thing is sometimes frustrating. We try to keep it all together while marking off the checklist of daily things to do, which frankly is often times enough to make the best of us want to crawl back into our beds and just sleep the day away. I was having one of those days, you know what I'm talking about. Kids must have a "Mom's frustrated" sensor that propels them to push all buttons and chew at raw nerves. They just know.
Pass the bad mom award. I yelled at my son, I made him cry. Wrapped up in my list of phone calls, chores, problems to solve and everything else, he was the one I lashed out at. Did I do that to the woman on the phone? Nope. Treating a stranger nice is great, but at the sacrifice of my son? Bad idea.
The day didn't get any better. When my husband got home from work, I overheard my son telling him how mean I had been and he started crying again. Pass the bad wife and mom award. Again. I lashed out at both of them.
Its a good thing God is merciful. I don't deserve Him or the husband and son He gave me. After I threw my little temper tantrum, I resided to my bedroom, flopped on the bed and fumed. As I tossed around how wrong they were, how unfair they were being to me, that soft, still voice came through.
I apologized first to God for not taking time to be with Him that day. Then I went out to the living room and asked my husband and son for forgiveness.
Pride is so disgusting. I was so worried about making these insignificant check marks on my to do list, that I hurt the two people I love most in this world. Imagine what that looks like without apologies. It probably goes without saying that any relationship without due apologies is a struggling relationship. When we hurt those we love, we need to cover that pride in humility and apologize.