“The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God” – Helen Hunt Jackson
“Breasts are a scandal because they shatter the border between motherhood and sexuality.”
― Iris Marion Young
“The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days of my childhood. They are not profound, but they have stayed with me through life, and when I am very old, they will still be near . . . Memories of mother drying my tears, reading aloud, cutting cookies and singing as she did, listening to prayers I said as I knelt with my forehead pressed against her knee, tucking me in bed and turning down the light. They have carried me through the years and given my life such a firm foundation that it does not rock beneath flood or tempest.”
― Margaret Sanger
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers
who give their children lasting
“Even if I’m setting myself up for failure, I think it’s worth trying to be a mother who delights in who her children are, in their knock-knock jokes and earnest questions. A mother who spends less time obsessing about what will happen, or what has happened, and more time reveling in what is. A mother who doesn’t fret over failings and slights, who realizes her worries and anxieties are just thoughts, the continuous chattering and judgement of a too busy mind. A mother who doesn’t worry so much about being bad or good but just recognizes that she’s both, and neither.
A mother who does her best, and for whom that is good enough, even if, in the end, her best turns out to be, simply, not bad. ”
― Ayelet Waldman, Bad Mother: A Chronicle of Maternal Crimes, Minor Calamities, and Occasional Moments of Grace
Happy Mother’s Day!
I sincerely believe that ALL mothers should take this to heart when making the choice to become a parent:
“A mother has far greater influence on her children than anyone else, and she must realize that every word she speaks, every act, every response, her attitude, even her appearance and manner of dress affect the lives of her children and the whole family. It is while the child is in the home that he gains from his mother the attitudes, hopes, and beliefs that will determine the kind of life he will live and the contribution he will make to society.”
― N. Eldon Tanner
“Was it the act of giving birth that made you a mother? Did you lose that label when you relinquished your child? If people were measured by their deeds, on the one hand, I had a woman who had chosen to give me up; on the other, I had a woman who’d sat up with me at night when I was sick as a child, who’d cried with me over boyfriends, who’d clapped fiercely at my law school graduation. Which acts made you more of a mother?
Both, I realized. Being a parent wasn’t just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.”
― Jodi Picoult, ‘Handle With Care’
“For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.” – Psalm 139 :13-16 (New International Version)
Obviously, I REALLY like this piece 😉
To a family that contradicts the concepts
Heard the rules, but wouldn’t accept
And womenfolk raised me
And I was full-grown before I knew
I came from a broken home Sent to live with my grandma down south
When my uncles was leaving
And my grandfather had just left for heaven
They said and as every-ologist would certainly note
I had no strong male figure, right?
But Lily Scott was absolutely not your mail-order, room-service
Typecast, black grandmother
I was moved in with her
Temporarily, just until things were patched—
Til this was patched and til that was patched–
Until I became at 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10
The patch that held Lily Scott who held me and like them four
I become one more and I loved her from the absolute marrow of my bones
And we was holdin’ on;
I come from a broken home.
She had more than the five senses
She knew more than books could teach
And raised everyone she touched just a little bit higher
And all around her there was a natural sense
As though she sensed what the stars say, what the birds say
What the wind and and the clouds say
A sensual soul and self, that African sense
And she raised me like she raised four of her own
And I was hurt and scared and shocked when Lily Scott left
Suddenly one night
And they sent a limousine from heaven to take her to God,
If there is one,
So I knew she had gone…
And I came from a broken home
Greetings great people! So, I sort of took a week off from posting–honestly because I allowed my busy days to consume my time–but am back to sharing great inspiration. This week I really want to celebrate mothers and motherhood, so enjoy! When I hear Gil Scott Heron say the words laid out below this line, I think of my favorite verse in Proverbs: “Train a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not part from it…”
“My life has been guided by women and because of them, I am a man”. – Gil Scott Heron, “On Coming From a Broken Home, pt. 2” (video links to On Coming From a Broken Home, parts 1 and 2, below)