Mothered
Many of my writings discuss the prowess of men and the preeminent importance of stewarding our character toward the full expanse of being good and dangerous. Men’s highest purpose and the whole point of the hustle and bustle, might and brawn, intellect and risk is to build the grandest stage and shine the brightest light on the glory of a mother.
All the toil and long days, all the philosophizing and politicking, all the fighting, all the dying is to allow the indescribable beauty that is the heart of a mother to soar free and high… for while her impact is first and foremost for her children, a mother blesses all those who are lucky enough to be within reach of her beauty. Those who come into her influence, whether for a meal, a brief moment, or for seasons and years, are touched by a love that words fail to describe. Each time the effect is familiar yet never the same, this love has no end, its reach pierces the ages, its impact spans the generations, we all live within the warmth of its embrace.
The grace of a mother softens the temperament of the mightiest.
The touch of a mother sows tenderness into the most aggressive.
The beauty of a mother inspires all to be greater by the light of her femininity.
The intuition of a mother brings a vast balance to even those most forcefully advancing.
The love of a mother grows a vast goodness that meets everything and everyone right where they should.
When we come into contact with the heart of a mother, we are never the same, and the ripples of that beauty well up and overflow; they go out into the world and do not come up empty. We are all living within the blessings and beauties of unnamed mothers from decades, centuries and millennia ago… from our direct lineage and many others in their communities. I feel so grateful to live in a world that has been blessed by so many mothers. I honor them.
We often tell the stories of Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, Sobieski, and Washington… Such great men are the reason for running water and the degree of individual liberty we enjoy… through the force of their iron will, we live lives of greater luxuries and grandeur than kings not so long ago. The less-told story is the power of the countless mothers whose brave and tender love is the foundation from which the roots of civilization are nurtured. From their bosom flow the rivers of enlightenment, and every noble mission toward the progressing thriving of mankind.
Before every great harvest came the tough yet tender touch of a mother who tilled the soil. There are no exceptions.
We have all been mothered by countless moms. Words alone lack the ability to fully express our gratitude and your impact. We are taken aback by who you are and what you do. The seeds you plant follow us through the years. Thank you. We love you.
