Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day

There is not a nobler endeavor than to be a mother. While it almost seems cliche', I offer up this poem by William Ross Wallace in 1865

What Rules The World

Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow—
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.


Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.


Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky—
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.


I have an incredible mother but it was not until my wife and I had children and I watched her raising them that I fully understood the expression "The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world".

I think as a child, you take your mother for granted. Sad but true. You love her but, she's mom.

As an adult, you learn to appreciate what mothers really do for us. They are our conscience. They are our humanity.

Fathers are important and our society suffers from a shortage of them. Mother's though are who we are as a person and as a people.

The hand that rocks the cradle truly does rule the world.

Happy Mother's Day to all of my friends that rule the world. The children you are nurturing now will lead us later.

Most importantly, be nice to them, they will be taking care of us when we are in the nursing home.

Chuck

7 comments:

Always On Watch said...

Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Those lines make me think about how mothers back at the time of the writing of this poem got to stay home with their children instead of having to pursue a career so as to help the household shoulder the tax burden.

My mother has been gone nearly 27 years. I miss her every day.

Tina Hemond said...

Chuck, perfect post.

Brooke said...

How true!

We don't truly appreciate our moms until we understand as adults the full scope of everything they do.

stormin said...

great post! to all the mom's out there, happy mother's day.

The WordSmith from Nantucket said...

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's out there!

Chuck said...

Thanks all and Happy Mother's Day for any of you that are mothers

AOW, sorry. This must be a bitter-sweet day for you.

Tina, thanks

Brooke, well said

Stormin and Wordsmith, thanks

mksviews said...

"I think as a child, you take your mother for granted. Sad but true."

Yeah, cos when you're still young you don't know any better. Happy mothers day to all the moms out there.