Why Do Women Cry?

I came across the following poem a few months ago. Since Mother's Day is fast approaching, I wanted to share...



Why Do Women Cry?


Why are you crying?" a young boy asked his Mom. 

"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 answered the phone, the man said,"God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said... 

"When I made woman, I decided 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 to 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 power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect her 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. 

I gave her a tear to shed, it's hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. It's her only weakness."

~Author Unknown

Just OMH Funny

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God Sent to Me an Angel

God sent to me an angel,

it had a broken wing.

I bent my head and wondered

“How could God do such a thing?”

When I asked the Father

why He sent this child to me,

the answer was forthcoming,

He said “Listen and you’ll see.”

“My children are all precious,

and none is like the rest.

Each one to me is special,

and the least is as the best.

I send each one from Heaven

and I place him in the care

of those who know my mercy,

those with love to spare.

Sometimes I take them back again.

Sometimes I let them stay.

No matter what may happen

I am never far away.

So if you find an angel

and you don’t know what to do,

remember, I am with you,

love is all I ask of you.”

by- Paul Dammann

Conversations Between Cody and His Dad/ A Father's Day Post

Cody loves his dad. I could not begin to count the number of times Cody says "dad" when Don is home. Seriously, it would be a ridiculous amount.

"Good morning dad."
"What do you think of that dad?"
"Hey dad!"
"How come you clear your throat all the time dad."
"Dad. What did you do at the 'port?"
"Did you get dust up your nose dad?"

When my other kids were little, I use to tell them if they didn't stop saying "mom", I was going to change my name, but not Cody. He is perfectly happy yakking at his dad.

Cody and Don also like to tease one another and call each other names. I have captured a few conversations Cody and his dad have had over the last week...

Cody- "You smell like a bird dad."
Don- "Really? What does a bird smell like?"
Cody- "Kinda like manure."

Don- "Hi Fred."
Cody- "S'up Dollar Face?"
Don- "Not much Pocket Change."

Cody- belching so loud that he could win any burping contest
Don-  (quite annoyed) "Have you ever noticed that nobody else around here does that?"
Cody- "Not really."

Here is a Father's Day poem Cody made up for his dad:

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Splenda is sweet
and so are you! 

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Musing Over Mother's Days Past

(This one was from Casey. He was obviously into poems.)

Love this part!

By the looks of Casey's name, this had to have been when he was in Kindergarten.

Special little decorative hearts along Katelyn's name.

Cody working on his braille machine...Cute!

I guess I sing too much? haha

The Monument

The following poem is from the book Charlie's Monument by Blaine M. Yorgason. I remember reading this book as a teenager. Little did I know... 

God,

before He sent his children to earth

gave each of them

a very carefully selected package

of problems.

These,

He promised, smiling,

are yours alone. No one

else may have the blessings

these problems will bring you.

And only you

have the special talents and abilities

that will be needed

to make these problems

your servants.

Now go down to your birth

and to your forgetfulness, know that

I love you beyond measure.

These problems that I give you

are a symbol of that love.

The monuments you make of your life,

with the help of your problems,

will be a symbol of your

love for me.

Your Father.