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 met an old man who would surely know the
answer.
And he asked him: "Old man, why do women cry so
easily?"
Old man said: "When woman was created, she had to
be made special. God created
her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of
the world, yet
gentle enough to give comfort. She was given an
inner strength to endure
childbirth and the rejection that many times comes
from her children. And 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.
God gave her the sensitivity to love her children
under any and all
circumstances, even when her child
has hurt her very badly. She was given strength to
carry her husband through his faults and she was
fashioned from his rib to protect
his heart. God 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 unfaltering.
And lastly, God gave her a tear to shed. This is
hers and only hers
exclusively to use whenever she needs it.
She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."
"You see my son," said old man, "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.

You are right baby,

andyanders:
You are right baby,

tanks