Beauty of Motherhood

Last night I finish a book that was sent to me by my loving mother. Written in 1911, the book Mother by Kathleen Norris shares a sweet tale of a young woman and her struggle with finding her place in the world. Born one of eight children, she watches her mother seemingly struggle through life raising and caring for so many lives. She finds this a waste of time and goes to persue her own dreams, but in the end realizes the greatest woman she knows has cared for her her whole life. Very refreshing! Here is my most favorite portion of the book...

"-there's something magnificent in a woman like your mother, who begins eight destinies instead of one! She doesn't strain and chafe to express herself through the medium of poetry or music or the stage, but she puts her whole splendid philosophy into her nursery-launches sound little bodies and minds that have their first growth cleanly and purely about her knees. Responsibility-that's what these other women are afraid of! But it seems to me there's no responsibility like that of decreeing that young lives simply shall not be. Why, what good is learning, or elegance of manner, or painfully acquired fitness of speech and taste and point of view, if you are not going to distill it into the growing world?"