A little boy asks his mother: "Why do you cry?" "Because I am a woman," she answers. "I don't understand," he says. His mother hugs him and says, "and you never will."
Later, the little boy asked his father: "Why does Mommy cry?" "All women cry for no reason," is all his father could answer him.
When he became an adult, he asked God: "GOD, why do women cry so easily?" And GOD answered: "When I created women, she needed to be special. I created her shoulders strong enough to bear the weight of the world and soft enough to be comfortable. I gave her the strength to give life, the kind that accepts the rejection that often comes from children. I gave her the strength to allow her to go on when everybody else give up. The one that takes care of her family, despite illness and fatigue. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children unconditionally, even they have hurt her deeply. I gave her the strength to endure her husband in his faults and to stay at his side without weakening. And finally, gave her tears to shed whenever she needs them to be shed."
"You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, nor is it in her face or in the way she does her hair. The beauty of a woman resides in her eyes. It is the door to her heart; the door where Love resides. And it is often through her tears that you see her heart go by."
Later, the little boy asked his father: "Why does Mommy cry?" "All women cry for no reason," is all his father could answer him.
When he became an adult, he asked God: "GOD, why do women cry so easily?" And GOD answered: "When I created women, she needed to be special. I created her shoulders strong enough to bear the weight of the world and soft enough to be comfortable. I gave her the strength to give life, the kind that accepts the rejection that often comes from children. I gave her the strength to allow her to go on when everybody else give up. The one that takes care of her family, despite illness and fatigue. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children unconditionally, even they have hurt her deeply. I gave her the strength to endure her husband in his faults and to stay at his side without weakening. And finally, gave her tears to shed whenever she needs them to be shed."
"You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, nor is it in her face or in the way she does her hair. The beauty of a woman resides in her eyes. It is the door to her heart; the door where Love resides. And it is often through her tears that you see her heart go by."
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