Posted on 05/12/2019 7:14:13 AM PDT by CHRISTIAN DIARIST
My mom read the newspaper every day. She especially looked forward to the twice-weekly columns of Erma Bombeck, whose writings my mom enjoyed not merely because of her wittiness, but also because Bombeck was a woman of faith.
Indeed, Bombeck converted to Catholicism in 1949, the year she graduated from the University of Dayton with an English degree. A professor suggested that she pursue a writing career but, instead, she got married and decided to be a mom.
Alas, Bombeck and her husband were told they were unable to have a child, so they adapted a baby girl. Two years later, God laid His hands upon Erma and she gave birth to a son who was followed three years later by another son.
For 10 years Bombeck was a homemaker, devoting herself exclusively to raising her three children. Once they were older, she decided the time was right for her to use the writing gift she was blessed with.
Over a span of three decades, Bomback authored more than 4,000 newspaper columns, published in roughly 900 newspapers and reaching some 30 million readers. And of all her amusing writings, there was none more memorable than this Mothers Day column she wrote in 1974:
When God Created Moms
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of overtime when the angel appeared and said. Youre doing a lot of fiddling around on this one. And God 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. Its not the hands that are causing me problems, God remarked, its the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have. Thats on the standard model? asked the angel. God 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 shouldnt 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. God, said the angel touching his sleeve gently, Get some rest tomorrow
. I cant, said God, Im so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick
can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger
and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower. The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. Its too soft, she sighed. But tough! said God 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. Theres a leak, she pronounced. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model. Its not a leak, said the Lord, Its a tear. Whats it for? Its for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride. You are a genius, said the angel. Somberly, God said, I didnt put it there.
I miss my mom.
She beat breast cancer. Then 15 years later, it came back on her kidney. She beat that(Emory removed half that kidney).
Years later it was in her bones and brain. We lost her at 74.
Damn cancer. You have to get every last cell or it will pop up somewhere else.
Mother’s Day was originally set aside as a day for mothers to honor their sons slain in the Civil War.
Somehow it was modified as a day to honor moms by those selling flowers and cards.
what if she is a screaming liar who stole all your money?
I miss my mother. She went home to God 93-years-young early last year.
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