3, 07:28, 2007-05-12 14:55:36 Description:Happy Mother's Day!
Dedicated in general to all moms and specifically to my Mom.
Mothers are the real heroes in this world. They nurture us without hesitation and attend to the general (More)Happy Mother's Day!
Dedicated in general to all moms and specifically to my Mom.
Mothers are the real heroes in this world. They nurture us without hesitation and attend to the general maintenance of hearth and home - no small task, I daresay. And they still find time for personal creativity and always encourage us unconditionally and instill in us the best values for living well. But do they ever complain? Well, yes, of course they complain - they're heroes, not martyrs, duh! Heroism does not mean that one does not bitch and moan - it means that you get back up and carry on with the task at hand despite the many problems that beset us all. For although there is no shortage of problems, there is always the opportunity to prepare ourselves for the appreciation of the joy in Life, of which there is also no shortage. Moms see things for what they are for good or ill, but also know instinctively that the possibility for growth and new life is ever present and it is that possibility that makes all positive efforts valuable and essential.
I cannot speak for all mothers - only my own - and one adjective comes to mind: Heroic.
So that maternal heroism should not go unsung, here's my little attempt to praise Moms everywhere with a wonderful song by Joan Baez about having and being a mother...
"HONEST LULLABY"
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Early early in the game
I taught myself to sing and play
And use a little trickery
On kids who never favored me
Those were years of crinoline slips
And cotton skirts and swinging hips
And dangerously painted lips
And stars of stage and screen
Pedal pushers, ankle socks
Padded bras and campus jocks
Who hid their vernal equinox
In pairs of faded jeans
And slept at home resentfully
Coveting their dreams
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Yellow, brown, and black and white
Our Father bless us all tonight
I bowed my head at the football games
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name
Lusting after football heroes
Tough Pachuco, little Neroes
Forfeiting my A's for zeroes
Futures unforeseen
Spending all my energy
In keeping my virginity
And living in a fantasy
In love with Jimmie Dean
If you will be my king, Jimmie, Jimmie,
I will be your queen
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
I travelled all around the world
And knew more than the other girls
Of foreign languages and schools
Paris, Rome and Istanbul
But those things never worked for me
The town was much too small you see
And people have a way of being
Even smaller yet
But all the same though life is hard
And no one promised me a garden
Of roses, so I did okay
I took what I could get
And did the things that I might do
For those less fortunate
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Now look at you, you must be growing
A quarter of an inch a day
You've already lived near half the years
You'll be when you go away
With your teddy bears and alligators
Enterprise communicators
All the tiny aviators head into the sky
And while the others play with you
I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
And if you should ever wonder
How the years and you'll survive
Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you
Dances on the strings for you
Opens her heart and brings to you
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