Fathers Day Story
Charles W. Pourciau (pourciau@EARTHLINK.NET)
Thu, 18 Jun 1998 15:26:39 -0500
Lydia Pourciau, THE Free Agent, from the "Bayou State" (Baton Rouge, LA USA)
P27s Committee Chairman/Den Leader Coach
Tunica District in the Istrouma Area Council
SC-CS-13 (a crazy FOX in 1988)
When the good Lord was creating Fathers, He started with a tall frame.
A female angel nearby said "What kind of a Father is that? If You're
going to make children so close to the ground, why have You put the
Father 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 stooping"
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. The angel
shook her head and said,"Large hands can't manage diaper pins,
small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters
caused from baseball bats."
Again God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold
everything a small boy empties from his pockets, yet small enough to
cup a child's face in them."
Then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders, "Do you
realize you just made a Father without a lap?" The angel chuckled.
God said, "A Mother needs a lap. A Father needs strong shoulders to
pull a sled, to balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head on
the way home from the circus."
When God was in the middle of creating the biggest feet any one had
ever seen, the angel could not contain herself any longer.
"That's not fair. Do you honestly think those boats are going to get
out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries, or walk through
a birthday party without crushing one or two of the guests?"
God again smiled and said, "They will work. You will see.
They will support a small child who wants to ride to Branbury
Cross or scare mice away from a 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 remain
calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an after thought, He added tears. Then He turned
to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied he can love as much
as a Mother can?"
The angel said nothing more.
by Erma Bombeck
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