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?"
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 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."