I will be celebrating Mother's Day at my first son's college graduation at Hillsdale. How can this be possible? I hope to have a snapshot or two to share later. We are looking forward to his last orchestra performance of Copland's Appalachian Spring.
|This baby is graduating from college this weekend. Sigh. (Hesperia, CA)|
Here is a poem that is attributed to Charlotte Mason on motherhood! I found it in a Parents' Review (Vol. 1, No. 1, Feb. 1890, p. 68) from the Charlotte Mason Digital Archives. I've read it many times and it is growing on me. It's not your typical Mother's Day fare, but she wasn't typical, was she? Never a mother herself and orphaned at 16, Ms. Mason served as a surrogate mother to thousands of young women through her training college at Ambleside, thousands of children through her PNEU schools, and thousands of mothers who took her Mother's Educational Course.
As they are wariest guides who most have met
Mischance themselves, thy mother's slips may yet
Show thy feet, daughter, places to eschew.
Ah, sweet the mother-walk, but perilous!
And flowers do grace the progress hazardous,
Tho' heedless pilgrims chance on bitter rue!
But thou, my daughter, meekly glad, hast tae'n
A man fro' the Lord: thy joy hath wholesome pain
Of diffidence: -
"Thou, Wisest, make me wise,
For the child's sake, that in my bosom lies!"
Still hold thy soul 'fore heaven, as April earth,
Waiting the fall of counsel: not in vain-
Who hath so graced thee to a blessed birth
Will not His wisdom's watering refrain.
Happy Mother's Day to my mother, Betty, my mother-in-law, Marilyn and to all my readers.
From joy to joy,