Wendy: Where do you live? Peter: Second to the right, and then straight on till morning. Wendy: They put that on the letters? Peter: Don't get any letters. Wendy: But your mother gets letters. Peter: Don't have a mother. Wendy: No wonder you were crying. Peter: I wasn't crying about mothers. I was crying because I can't get this shadow to stick. And I wasn't crying.
One need but be a disciple whom Jesus loves and obedient to have a mother. When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son! 27Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
Try a valid hermeneutic, and you will do better. And quit giving me this "nyah, nyah" stuff. It doesn't improve your public image.