God, who was busy creating mothers, had been working extraordinarily for six days. An angel appeared to him and said: - You work too much, Abba.
And the Abba God answered him:
Is it that you have not read all the conditions that this assignment must meet?
This creature has to be washable from head to toe, but without being plastic; carry 180 moving parts, all replaceable; operate based on coffees and the leftovers of food. Possess an immense lap that is not noticeable when you stand up; a kiss able to cure everything, from a broken leg to a frustrated love ... and six pairs of hands.
The angel, confused, exclaimed:
- Six pairs of hands? That is not possible!
- The hands are not the problem -added the Abba God- but the three pairs of eyes.
- And that for the normal model ?, asked the angel.
- One to see through the closed door whenever she asks: "Children, what are you doing? Even if she knows it perfectly. Others, behind the head to see what I'd rather never see, but need to know. And, of course, those in front to look at their son in distress and tell him, without saying a word: "I understand, son, here you have me and I love you so much."
The angel tugged at his sleeve, and warned him timidly:
- It's better if you go to bed, Abba, and tomorrow will be another day ...
- I can not, and besides, I'm short. It must be someone who heals on his own when he is sick, who is able to take time out of his tight schedule to have food prepared, to work miracles with the little money that comes into the house, and to convince a nine-year-old child to stand still under the shower, and tell him a story that can help him sleep.
Slowly, the angel circled around one of the mother-made models of God:
I find it too delicate, "he commented with a sigh.
But it is very resistant - God said excitedly. You can not get an idea of what he is capable of doing and coping.
*Can you think? *
Clear! And reason, and above all understand and forgive.
Finally, the angel bowed and ran a hand down the cheek of one of those mothers.Has a leak!
It's not a leak, it's a tear.
And what is it for?
To express joy, affliction, disappointment, loneliness and pride.
You are a genius, Abba, said the angel.
And God, with a certain air of sadness, whispered: - I did not put it on!
The bad thing is that you will never have rest and you will never get even half of the love that you have wasted and for that reason: I give you my very special blessing!!!
This is my Perfect Creation. I will experience your best gifts when I become a man, because I will put my Son in his hands.
