I got really carried away with blogging about a week ago, then the pen of inspiration dried up. So here I am, back again.
I have been sleeping well so maybe writing has been a good way to expunge / exfoliate my demons.
So the title! I heard the quote above on a news show and I thought to myself “catchy title”. I could use that.
The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world. This is a poem by William Ross Wallace and it’s a poem that praises motherhood, as the preeminent force for change in the world. Ah that it were so easy.
I wish with all my heart that mothers could make a huge difference to the way that politics and war and peace are played out. Even when a mother has her child, and raises them to the best of her ability, the child can still become a good person or a bad person, and nothing a mother says or does can determine how the child will turn out.
Look at Adolf Hitler! Did his childhood and his upbringing mean that he was going to commit mass genocide when he grew up? Somehow I don’t think so. I am sure his mother had the same hopes for her son as all mothers and parents do.
I always hope – for my own children – that they will grow up happy. That they will make something of themselves. That their upbringing has at least had a hand in helping them on the journey from childhood to adult hood.
Thoughts! Opinions! I will get back in to writing soon. So please hang around, the best is yet to come. Hope you are all well and happy and healthy.