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The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world?  I didn't know this was actually a poem, so I would like to share it with you first.

BLESSINGS on the hand of women! 
        Angels guard its strength and grace. 
      In the palace, cottage, hovel, 
          Oh, no matter where the place; 
      Would that never storms assailed it, 
          Rainbows ever gently curled, 
      For the hand that rocks the cradle 
          Is the hand that rules the world.

    

         
Infancy's the tender fountain, 
          Power may with beauty flow, 
          Mothers first to guide the streamlets, 
          From them souls unresting grow— 
          Grow on for the good or evil, 
          Sunshine streamed or evil hurled, 
          For the hand that rocks the cradle 
          Is the hand that rules the world.

         Woman, how divine your mission, 
         Here upon our natal sod; 
         Keep—oh, keep the young heart open 
          Always to the breath of God! 
         All true trophies of the ages 
          Are from mother-love impearled, 
        For the hand that rocks the cradle 
          Is the hand that rules the world.

          Blessings on the hand of women! 
          Fathers, sons, and daughters cry, 
         And the sacred song is mingled 
          With the worship in the sky— 
         Mingles where no tempest darkens, 
          Rainbows evermore are hurled; 
         For the hand that rocks the cradle 
          Is the hand that rules the world.

     The fact is, there are now many hands that rock the cradle.  Parents are forced to work long hours just to stay a float and the hand that rocks the cradle is usually a daycare and while some are great, many are not.  Most parents that have had to employ a daycare know this.  I honestly think that we could change the world in three-generations by figuring out how to create a society that has one person devoted to staying home with the child until that child is an adult.  By creating a society that teaches parents many different ways of parenting (As each child is unique and not simply a thing to be programmed).  Think about this: Do we teach stress management and communication to our children?  Maybe we should.  How hard is it to handle a crying baby, try to clean up a house, and jungle the stresses of the world: It's hard, even harder if you don't have the tools to first understand your emotions, then understand how to diffuse them.
     What can we do?  We start with us.  We start with our own family.  We reach out to our circle of friends.  We learn coping and helpful parenting tools.  I am a big fan of John Bradshaw if you Youtube his name you will find and endless source of information. 
     As a mother I have learned that the mother must not just be the sweet voice singing lullabies.   She must be strong, brave, and have an inner voice that she listens to.  And fathers, fathers must be allowed to love their children. They must be more than some looming figure that cracks the whip.  I honestly believe love is the key to raising children.
     In the end we are going to make mistakes, this is life, but that doesn't mean you throw your hands into the air and say; Well shit, this can't be fixed.  You continue to grow, learn, and educate your children, even into their adulthood.  If you make a mistake, don't be afraid to apologize to your children, but if you do, be sure that you correct whatever it is you are doing wrong. 
     That is all I have.  I would like to leave you with this quote:
You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around — and why his parents will always wave back. ~William D. Tammeus


 


Comments

06/13/2015 5:22am

Every students have a wish to establishment in our society. When every person is concentrate the work and achievement the goal. All the country are establishment through the eduction.

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"The Hand that Rocks the Cradle" is one of my favorite poems growing up. I am deeply moved by it and it is just so poignant for me. I remember my early attempts to write poetry of the same caliber when I was younger. The things is my rhyme sucks. And I guess I had to build better vocabulary back then. Or maybe, it just was not meant to be as it turned out, I am better in prose. Way better

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08/11/2015 6:05am

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09/17/2015 12:17am

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