Beauty of Women

Why Women Cry. Watch her eyes

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "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."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother 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. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said: "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family 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 very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and 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.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

by: Gregg Braden

 

I came across the above many years ago and again this morning when a Facebook friend posted it.  It is a heartwarming reminder of who I am within. 

I always believe that females are much stronger than males internally though not all female realise that.  When both goes through adversity, somehow on a larger percentage, the women will come out of it better and stronger.  There are so many women out there whom we read about, their "never give-up" attitude and positive outlook to life.  Many strive for others without conditions nor expectations.  Their selflessness is just so admirable.

It makes me look back at my own life.  Recently, an acquaintance I met for coffee asked me a question.  He was keen to know where I got my strength for life from.  Some of the events I went through in life may not be much to some, but to others it was something that would have brought a person down for years to come.  I had no answer for him.  I am still trying to understand where I get my inner strength from.  How I can always be taking responsibility for my own actions and accepting the consequences and then moving on.  I am easily contented, more so with simple things in life.  I do not need material goods, branded bags and shoes nor be adorned with jewellery.  It is not that I do not like such things, it is just that I never believe we need to pay so many times more for something I consider practical.  My contentment comes from fulfilling my needs rather than my wants.  Happiness is not from owning branded things.  Happiness is a process, a journey of intangibles.  The joy of being with people you like, moments filled with laughter, the sense of friendship.  Seeing your children enjoy their childhood, hearing their thanks for cooking them a meal, getting kisses and hugs from them.  These are things that tell me I am doing alright.  

It helps me to go on doing what brings joy to others.  I signed up as a volunteer recently.  Some people were pleased for me while others asked why I am spending time doing things I do not get paid for, and why bother wasting time helping others.  I tell them "Why not? It is something I like doing."  The world can be a better place and all it requires it for everyone to contribute a little time, kindness, forgiveness to get there.  

It takes strength to forgive.  I remember the phrase : forgive and forget.  I find it so wrong.  One can forgive but never forget. Well, unless you are senile.  Then again, you can still have bouts of selective memory bouncing back.  It is not easy to understand what is forgiveness.  Forgiveness is not simply saying "I forgive you."  It comes from deep within oneself.  It is a process of looking at things in a different perspective, acknowledging that both had contributed to the incident, accepting the consequences and willingness to let it go and move on.  Forgiving is one of the most difficult thing to do in life.  When you learn to forgive, you have gained a life-long strength.  It somehow makes a person stronger internally and of course, happier too.  It is not easy for many to understand how forgiving others can make themselves happy.  Well, it does.  If only there is a course to teach people how to forgive, the world would be a happier place.

I am not sure if men find it easier to forgive than women.  After all, women are known to be emotional creatures. We shed tears easily.  I do for all kinds of reasons.  One reason I hardly watch movies at the cinema is that I cry too easily.  I cry at scenes of deaths, weddings, childbirth, reconciliation, love, etc.  I cry when things remind me of people I miss, of things I went through and of hopes and dreams.

I am a compassionate fool. Come to think of it, being compassionate helps me to see things in a different light.  It helps me to get to the other person's level and understand them better.  Being compassionate is not to be confused with pity.  Pity to me, creates negativity.  When you pity someone, it somehow lowers that person's self-esteem.  When we show compassion, it strengthens them.  I guess women are better with showing compassion than men.  Maybe it is the mother-nurturing factor in us.  At times, I wonder if the development of our world has changed characteristics of people.  Women of today sees beauty differently, they see it more externally.  Which is sad. Sure, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.  However, inner beauty radiates more than the bling blings on the body.

With this, I  hope you can spend some time to think about your own beauty and strength.  You may be surprised at what you discover.