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On this Mother’s Day….

May 12, 2012

…we’d like to draw your attention to two extraordinary women.  Our moms.

They are beautiful and strong and brave and fiercely protective and prophetic.  Somehow in all that they are also still lovely and comforting and nurturing and gentle.  They love us.  They love our dads.  They taught us commitment and loyalty.  They have helped make us the women we are today.  If you see strength in us, if you see any wisdom, if you see daring, if you see thoughtfulness, it is because two women laid down their lives for us everyday.

Such is the ordinary and amazing life of a mother.  Its wonder might get lost in the daily, but there comes a time when your children rise up call you blessed.

Happy Mother’s Day, Eva and Dorothy!  We love and honor you!

Kristina and her Mom

Daja, her Mom, her Grandma and her daughter

“…the same natural operation surrounded her with very young children, who require to be taught not so much anything as everything. Babies need not to be taught a trade, but to be introduced to a world. To put the matter shortly, woman is generally shut up in a house with a human being at the time when he asks all the questions that there are, and some that there aren’t. It would be odd if she retained any of the narrowness of a specialist….But when people begin to talk about this domestic duty as not merely difficult but trivial and dreary, I simply give up the question. For I cannot with the utmost energy of imagination conceive what they mean. When domesticity, for instance, is called drudgery, all the difficulty arises from a double meaning in the word. If drudgery only means dreadfully hard work, I admit the woman drudges in the home, as a man might drudge at the Cathedral of Amiens or drudge behind a gun at Trafalgar. But if it means that the hard work is more heavy because it is trifling, colorless and of small import to the soul, then as I say, I give it up; I do not know what the words mean. To be Queen Elizabeth within a definite area, deciding sales, banquets, labors and holidays; to be Whiteley within a certain area, providing toys, boots, sheets cakes and books, to be Aristotle within a certain area, teaching morals, manners, theology, and hygiene; I can understand how this might exhaust the mind, but I cannot imagine how it could narrow it. How can it be a large career to tell other people’s children about the Rule of Three, and a small career to tell one’s own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone, and narrow to be everything to someone? No; a woman’s function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute I will pity Mrs. Jones for the hugeness of her task; I will never pity her for its smallness.”  GK Chesterton

One Comment leave one →
  1. ladydorothy permalink
    May 13, 2012 4:10 pm

    Thank you, Baby. If I could only live up to how you see me, I would be very happy indeed. I will treasure this post always. {HUG}

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