When God Created Fathers

A story worth reading...

When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. And a female angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If you’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping."
And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a father’s hands, they were large and sinewy.
And the angel shook her head sadly and said, "Do you know what you’re doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats."
God smiled and said, "I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day…yet small enough to cup a child’s face."
Then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders.
The angel nearly had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked. "Do you realize you just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?"
God smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. "That’s not fair. Do you honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?"
And God smiled and said, "They’ll work. You’ll see. They’ll support a small child who wants to "ride a horse to Banbury Cross" or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill."
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remains calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?"
By Erma Bombeck

MY FIRST MALE – FEMALE RELATIONSHIP…

Hmmm... 3rd Sunday of this month celebrated as fathers day. Earlier having a day to celebrate a relationship was like an attention grabber to me . Today when me n dad for some reason dont get that quality time to spend with eachother i thought let me take this day as an opportunity to tell how special he is.
The one with whom I had my first male-female relationship. Well he was the one who showed me my first reflection as a female. Many things were learned and taught to me through him. I could relax, feel affectionate and safe with certain males around me and the first one to make me feel this was again none other than my dad. As a child if i start writtin about him it will be an unending post.
But today when my parents want me to get admission in the institute called MARRIAGE, my dad again though indirectly has taught me what kind of relationships are healthy, what to look for in a partner, and what to expect of men in relationships.
My mother and father have equally contributed to my development . But somewhere my relationship with dad was more influential. He has helped me a lot in my intellectual and psychosomatic development. My relationship with him has always defined my interpersonal relations.
There r lots of blogs where i have been reading ablout women gurlz but dont remember anywhere reading about men so here i would confess that a man in the role of a father is a tremendous gift in a girl's or should say a woman's life.

Why 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, but that's O.K.".......

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom 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 and when God got back to
him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"

GOD answered......

"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,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...

I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times will come
even from her own children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
and take care of her family and friends, even when
everyone else gives up; 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 badly....

She has the very special power to make a child's
boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears....

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I 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....

For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use whenever needed and
it is her only weakness....
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does for
everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

She is Special!

Hey this goes with a toast for all the women around. And ya you all men around do understand about what a wonderful thing a woman is.
Love her, Respect her, and Keep her smiling becos women need not always keep their mouths shut and their wombs open.

Return of Innocence...

Sometime in the last week while chatting to an old school pal for some reason he told me let people accept u the way u r. That time I thought hmmm this all sounds good to hear but how many around me follow it. Not always but number of times we have to think of the reactions to our actions and have to end up doing something which we never wanted to do.

Today afternoon was listening to “Return of Innocence” n the song always takes me back to my childhood days, full of transparency, when was least bothered about who said what to whom.

But today after listening to the lines…

Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence

If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny

Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence

i thought are we going wrong somewhere I mean is it not right to say that for past few birthdays we have not celebrated getting older but have celebrated the change of innocence to ambiguity within us. I wish these beautiful lines will help me to at least get some part of transparency I had in me.

The Quandary...

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool

To weep is to risk appearing sentimental

To reach out for another is to risk involvement

To expose feeling is to risk rejection

To place your dreams before the crowd is to
risk ridicule

To love is to risk not being loved in return

To go forward in the face of overwhelming odds is
to risk failure

But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard
in life is to risk nothing

The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing,
is nothing.

He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he cannot learn,
feel, change, grow or love

Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave

Only a person who takes risks is FREE.

- Author unknown

The Scary Wedding Galore...

A Photo (of friends) sits in the hands of my teddy next to the bed. When the day gets long and start getting lost, I take a moment and look at it. It not only reminds me of how important I am for people around me but also the good times we have shared and the support that their friendship still gives me today.

Though our lives have gone in different directions, some have moved away, some attending college or establishing their own lives alone or with their spouse... I think the bond we created has kept us close till date. Rare is the week that I don’t get a message on my cell from one of them “coffee at Radhika” or a beautiful friendship quote.

But hey what’s happening on this earth seems the time is too lucky for weddings, or is it just something in the air? For last two yrs I have attended the bridal showers for almost a dozen of friends. Last week I attended one more. Life's about changing. Nothing ever stays the same. But this time it gave me the 'weird' feeling of losing good people around. Kind of shocking it's hard to believe, but just a few more years and these guys are going to be EMPTY-NESTERS with kids in college. Man that really fries my brain.

My friends always carried me through a lot of difficult experiences, and have enriched the good ones. It is the kind of friendship that outlasts disagreements, changes, and separation.

So hope this WEDDING GALORE – the new phase of life, will not break our SACRED BOND.