And G-d said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems", G-d remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?", asked the angel. G-d nodded.
"One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know and, of course, the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
"G-d," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft", she sighed.
"But tough!", said G-d excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak", she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak", said the Lord, "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You are a genius", said the angel.
Somberly G-d said, "I didn't put it there."
--Erma Bombeck, When G-d Created Mothers