Why Do People Think They Need More Than One Blog?

The time has come for me to officially split my online personality. I realized that my other blog - the one that was supposed to be filled with funny anecdotes about my weird life - was going to turn into something else if I did not create a new blog. So the muchosninosespinosas will remain what I originally intended - an homage to all things Espinosa and general life commentary from me.

This new blog will be something totally different. I have had the feeling for a while now that some of the deep and profound brain things in my head (a la King Julian of Madagascar) should have their place in the world wide web. The vast majority of these things are related to motherhood and the great weight and responsibility mothers carry in this world.

Thus the name and here's the poem it was inspired by (just so you don't think it's based on that crazy movie starring a psycho blond lady):

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,

Mother's 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.

Wipe away your tears or stop rolling your eyes, whatever your reaction was to that poetic genius. This here blog is meant to be a forum for mothers where we can empower each other to be the best we can be. There are so many, many voices telling us we're not good enough, beautiful enough, involved with enough clubs, keeping our house clean enough, etc. We are also constantly encouraged to abdicate our maternal responsibilities to others. And we aren't given enough opportunities to laugh and mock the ridiculous in motherhood and the world.

Maybe this will be an abject failure like my other 'blog', but I don't care. We have the greatest capacity for good in this world, as William Ross Wallace so aptly penned in his above-quoted poem. We also have the greatest capacity for driving our kids into therapy, as Freud accuses. But at least we won't be doing it alone.

So here goes nothing....

ALL THE HANDS THAT ROCK THE CRADLES RULE THE WORLD (and if that's my key to power, so be it)