Creation’s most unique and precious pearls;
And Heaven help us always to remember
That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
(Written by Ted Harris, performed by
Glenn Campbell and Steve Wariner, 1987)
I’ve always loved that song, and I believe mothers truly do rule the world—at least, they have a hand in it...probably the very hand that rocked the cradle.
A good mother (or not, unfortunately…) is her children’s first source of guidance. She is primarily responsible for teaching them the ins and outs of life on this big planet. What’s safe...what’s dangerous? Why truth over lies? Why kindness instead of cruelty? What’s good? What’s evil?
After she’s instilled in them all the things she thinks they need to know, she’s forced to let them go alone into this crazy, mixed-up world. Some of those children become doctors and lawyers. Some are clerks in the neighborhood grocery store. Others are housewives...writers...singers...dancers.
Governors, senators, presidents. Part of the power behind a well-organized city, or state, or country.
Ruling the world.
Motherhood is an unbelievable honor that comes with staggering responsibility. It can be crushingly disappointing and wonderfully fulfilling. It’s one of God’s greatest gifts—to mother as well as to child.
My own mother is no longer with us. God decided to take her to Himself long before the eight of us kids were ready to let her go. But she left a treasure trove of precious memories and a lifetime of unequaled teaching—the kind of leadership that’s done by example. I’m so grateful to have had such a wonderful, loving little mother. My prayer is that my children will find even a small measure of that same type of motherliness in me.
Take this as a gentle reminder...if your mother is still with you, find time to tell her how much you love her. Let her know what a good mother she is. If she’s with the Lord, well...tell her anyway and trust God to carry the message. I’m going to.
Now go spend some time with your kids. Maybe they’re toddlers, or perhaps they stand head and shoulders taller than you. Doesn’t really matter, does it? Yours is the hand that rocked their cradles. You’ll always be their mother. Enjoy the honor.
Happy Mother’s Day!