Why women cry

Why Women Cry

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?"

God 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."

 

Thought you were going to say because their husband bought yet another Buick.

 

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The eyes have it

Was listening to one of my many oldies, a tune from 1973 called "Wildflower" and the groups name was Skylark.
I couldn't help but wonder if it was written by the little boy you talked about, he obviously was a deep thinker.

Wildflower
(Skylark-1973)

Shes faced the hardest times you could imagine,
And many times her eyes fought back the tears.
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears,
And a sorrow no one hears, still rings in midnight silence in her ears.

Let her cry, for shes a lady
Let her dream, for shes a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
Shes a free and gentle flower, growing wild.

~P~