Sunday, May 09, 2010

Julia Ward Howe's Mother's Day Proclamation, 1870

Arise then...women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."

From the bosom of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: "Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe out dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace...
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God -
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality,
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.

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Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Being A Mother Is Like....

Being a mother is like being caught in a recurring thunderstorm. Things are going smoothly, things are organized, clean and people are well-rested and fed.

Then, you see the storm coming-the clouds rolling in, lightning in the distance, a low rumble of thunder.
People are getting tired and cranky, hungry- you see the storm coming.
There's a clap of thunder and the rain starts pouring down.

The house is a mess, you're asking yourself how it got this way in the space of 20 minutes.
The girl throws a massive meltdown! And you know what? You can't even remember what it's about because the storm is over and there is a brilliant double rainbow in the sky and there are perfect cottonball clouds in the clear blue sky.

Everybody has been fed, put to bed, the house is clean again....until the next thunderstorm rolls in.

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