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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 asked God. He said, "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
without 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," 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.
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 asked God. He said, "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
without 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," 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.
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