THEN GOD MADE DADS
When the Lord was creating fathers he started with a tall frame. And an angel standing 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. He won’t be able to tuck a child in bed without bending.
He won’t even be able to kiss a child without stooping?” And God
Smiled and said, “Yes, but if I make him child size, who will the
children have to look up to?”
And when God made the father’s hands, they were large and
skinny. And the angel shook his head and said, I don’t think You
want to make hand like that. 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 again
and said, “I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a
small boy empties from his pockets at the end of the day—yet
small enough to cup a child’s face in his hands.”
And 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!” he said. How’s he going to pull a child close to
him without the kid falling between his legs?” And God smiled
and said, “A mother needs a lap but 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 not be contained any longer.
“That’s not fair,” he said. “Do you honestly think that those large
canal boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning
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