wrinkles?

A boy of five was watching his mother get ready for work one sunny morning. First she would brush her teeth this way and that. The little boy did this too. Every night before he went to bed, and every morning when he got up he would brush his teeth this way and that. Then his mother would wash her face, and brush her hair. The boy also would do this. Every morning when he got up he would wash his face, and brush his hair this way and that. Then his mother would paint her lips red. This the boy did not do. So he asked his mother, “Mommy, why do you paint your lips red?” And his mother would reply, “Why to look beautiful, honey.”Then the boy’s mother would smooth cream on her face. Again, the boy didn’t understand, so he asked his mother, “Mommy, why do you put cream on your face?”This time the mother replied, “Why to keep away the wrinkles, and to look beautiful, honey.”Now the boy was very confused.He saw his wrinkle dog, Pudge, and wondered if his mother’s magic wrinkle cream would work on him too. The boy did not try this though, for he had much to contemplate.The boy walked over to his big sister’s room. She was sixteen years old. She was also painting her lips, (pink instead of red), and putting powder on her eyes, but the boy did not see any magic wrinkle cream. So he asked his sister, “Sister, why don’t you put on any magic wrinkle cream?” And much to the boy’s surprise, his sister kicked him out of the room.So the boy went to kindergarten, still wondering about the magic wrinkle cream. When the kids were going out for recess, the boy spotted his teacher in the staff room with the door open. She was painting his lips red, putting powder on her eyes, and then she smoothed what the boy could only guess was magic wrinkle cream on her face. So the boy asked his teacher, “Teacher, why do you put cream on your face?” And the teacher said, “Why, to keep away the wrinkles and to look beautiful.”The boy had now gotten the same answer from two people. But he was still very confused. How did this magic wrinkle cream make someone look beautiful?The boy had another week to contemplate this until his grandmother came down to visit. The boy watched as his grandma unpacked her travel bag. She had a toothbrush for her teeth, a face cloth for her face, and even red lipstick like his mom, but no where did the boy see the magic wrinkle cream.So the boy asked his grandmother, “Grandmother, why don’t you have any magic wrinkle cream?”Unfortunately, the boy’s grandmother did not know what magic wrinkle cream was, so the boy ran to his mother’s room, rummaged through his mother’s powders and paints, and found the cream and brought it back to his grandmother. She looked at the cream, and then much to the boy’s surprise she threw back her head and laughed out loud.Now the boy saw lines appear on his grandmother’s face that he had never seen before. By her eyes and by her smiling mouth.“I don’t need to use magic wrinkle cream.” His grandmother began to explain to the boy’s waiting ears. “For these are not wrinkles. They are Joy-lines.” The boy did not understand, so his grandmother picked him up. “You see, your mother gave me joy and then I received these Joy-lines. Now you have given me more joy and I have received even more Joy-lines.” The boy thought this through, and the next day when his mother was getting ready for work, the boy said, “Mommy, I’m sorry.” And the boy’s mother turned around and asked, “Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong.”And the boy replied.“Grandma says wrinkles aren’t wrinkles, but they’re Joy-lines. She says that you gave her Joy-lines, and now I give you Joy-lines.” The boy felt very sad, and had tears in his eyes now. “So, I’m sorry because you have to cover them up to look beautiful.”The boy bit his lip, and watched his mother, feeling very sad and guilty indeed. But the boy’s mother had tears in her eyes now too, and she put down her cream, and then the mother of forty-five hugged the boy tight and said,“I love you for these Joy-lines, and I love you for you. I’ll never use this magic wrinkle cream again.”And the boy’s mother threw the cream away, and she never had to cover her Joy-lines again.

ME: hee.. yeah..joy-lines..if i am a granny.. i also hope to have my children n grandchildren so happy n well.. so all the mothers out dere...smile..stay CHEERFUL..having a child is ur blessings~!