As we approach Mother's Day in Warren and elsewhere, we need to celebrate the unique blessing of motherhood. We all have a ''button'' in our middle, which reminds us that we were all literally attached to a woman who birthed us into the world. That's significant, and places great tribute upon motherhood. Moms are special, and have been the stabilizing factor of family life from the start.
The privilege of career mothers has been played down in our present society, resulting in a greater ''poverty'' than the one politicians harp on. It's been said that ''the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.'' I believe that the feminist movement has ''shortchanged'' the freedom and purpose of women. The attempt to compete with men has been misguided, leaving many middle-aged women frustrated, disillusioned and unfulfilled.
Don't misunderstand, men and women are equal but have different God-given roles in life. Certainly the present economy may dictate a mother working outside of the home, but not at the expense of the family. It behooves a husband to take the prime responsibility for family support; no man can take charge of the home like a dedicated ''mom.'' Not only is he unable to birth children, but he doesn't have the motherly touch in using an ''apron'' to wipe away tears and dirt from little faces. What ''job'' could ever compare with being a successful mother?
''Who can find a virtuous (excellent) woman? For her price (worth) is far above rubies,'' says Solomon. (Prov. 31:10) Such a woman is scarce in a society that promotes confusion of the sexes. We need a resurgence of strong, loving moms - ''liberated'' to fulfill their unique profession.
The following tribute gives due honor to a virtuous mother. It's called, ''The World's Meanest Mom.''
''I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids had no breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs and toast. When others had pop and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. My mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and what we were doing. She insisted that if we said we'd be gone for an hour that we would be gone for one hour or less.
''I am ashamed to admit it, but she actually had the nerve to break the child labor law. She made us wash the dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she lay awake nights thinking up mean things for us to do. She always insisted that we tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers she was much wiser, and our lives became even more miserable.
''None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. My mother was a complete failure as a mother. None of us have ever been arrested or beaten a rap. Each of my brothers has served a mission, and his country. And whom do we have to blame for this terrible way we turned out? You're right - our mean mother.
''Look at all the things we have missed. We never got to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. She made us grow up into educated, honest adults.
''Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. You see, I thank God that he gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.''
Finnigan is a Howland resident. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org.