mother: because I am a woman
....little boy don't understand
mother hugs the little boy ans said...
mother: and you will never understand.
little boy: why does mommy cry?
father: all women cry easily for no reason.
... when little boy became and adult he asked GOD..
adult man: GOD, why do women cry so easily?
GOD answer:
When I created women, she needed to be special, I created her shoulder strong enough to bear the weight of the world.. and soft enough to give comfort..I gave her the strength to give life..the kind that accepts the rejection that often comes from children.. I gave the strength to allow her to go on when everybody else gives up. the kind that tales care of her family, despite illness and fatigue. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children unconditionally. Even when 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 I 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 through her tears that you see her heart go by.
mother: and you will never understand.
little boy: why does mommy cry?
father: all women cry easily for no reason.
... when little boy became and adult he asked GOD..
adult man: GOD, why do women cry so easily?
GOD answer:
When I created women, she needed to be special, I created her shoulder strong enough to bear the weight of the world.. and soft enough to give comfort..I gave her the strength to give life..the kind that accepts the rejection that often comes from children.. I gave the strength to allow her to go on when everybody else gives up. the kind that tales care of her family, despite illness and fatigue. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children unconditionally. Even when 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 I 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 through her tears that you see her heart go by.
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