Certain pieces of baby furniture seem to come in and out of our home. Bassinets, Moses baskets, and other portable wee beds have had their place at my bedside for those newborn days, and well into the first year of life. The big crib has its place in the room next door (the one baby item that’s lasted through all our babes!) My seven month’er still has his space close to us, sleeping (mostly) in the beautiful, borrowed oak heirloom cradle he’s been tucked into nightly. And maybe it’s because this is the first time we’ve had a cradle, or maybe it’s because I’m finding myself slowing down and enjoying the quiet moments with him, all tucked in, in that drowsy milky post-nursing slumber… but I find myself thinking, “the hand that rocks the cradle…”
I must admit, I didn’t know the exact wording that followed. I was only vaguely familiar with the poem- knowing that it had something to do with esteeming the high calling motherhood.
This week, I thought to myself that it’s time to find the original source.
I don’t know about you, but when there’s a baby crying, laundry piling up, dust bunnies in every high corner and the family needs to eat…again…I can get pretty tired. And when I’m tired, I am tempted to lose vision.
We, as moms, need near-constant encouragement and validation for the role we have in shaping these little souls. In a world that only mildly affirms the value of motherhood, combined with the media depicting family-life and homes with Pinterest perfection, threats of discouragement, fatigue and burnout are around every corner. The standard for outward perfection is high in our western world.
Mamahood is a highly-demanding, 24/7 job! The work is rarely “done” and “breaks” are few & far-between. Yes, there are tips and tricks and wisdom to glean from others, and I am SO thankful that I’ve actually learned a few things to make this gig a bit easier! Even still, despite the generations of mothers that have gone before, every day can still feel like uncharted territory. It’s our own story, with our own cast of characters.
When I see something that I want, I choose to learn from someone who already has it. Do I want kids that are obedient, cheerful, and have great relationships with their families? Yes please! I want to hear from and be around those who are experiencing such results themselves.
When I need vision, I go to sources that speak Truth, breathing life and encouragement. And preferably, coming from a variety of sources: scripture, poets, as well as modern-day writers, leaders and friends!
Drink deep of the wisdom in this poem– we pray it is like water to a weary soul today. Enjoy the words that nourish the heart, bring clarity to the vision, and purpose and strength for the task at hand.