Introduction

“My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother” (Proverbs 1:8, KJV).

What prompts the poem below are two sayings: “’Tis education forms the common mind, just as the twig is bent the tree’s inclined’ (Alexander Pope), and “Give me the child until he is seven and I will give you the man” (Jesuit maxim).

And, I confess, from my human nature side, there is another prompt due to comments snaking the ‘Net not appropriate to include here, from an alleged Christian pastor who often describes a woman according to the sum of her reproductive parts in perhaps the most vile, insulting, nearly-obscene non-Christian manner possible (IMHO). I offer no citation lest he gets any more exposure, as it were, that the world doesn’t need, both inside and outside the Church. But somehow he has a big following and you know who I mean if you have been, ah, exposed. My personal advice would be to run.

But back to the poem itself.

Although great male thinkers like Pope and the Jesuits might believe their methods are sure-fire, and the “pastor” believes we need to heed his gross opinions on women, consider: God got there first, you might say, when He designed a woman’s place in the grand scheme, when He designed her—and all her parts–in His perfect plan.

In the context of this poem, consider a woman’s role as mother of sons, specifically, before the weaning years in God’s fulness of time and perspective, whether three months like Jochebed, mother of Moses, or, in another sense, thirty years like Mary, mother of Jesus.

A far more potent period of growth than what man can devise (revise, or despise) for his own schemes.

And with all due respect, (and not a little irony) may I offer one more perspective regarding those who forbid women to teach men (the age of boys-to-men varying per group, as it seems, and even aside from what we know about the importance of early learning): a lot of powerful seed gets planted in the formative years.

Before the Weaning

Mothers, there will be

A lifetime later

For your sons to learn

The disciplines of

Slaying dragons,

Conquering crowns,

Protecting and providing

To the death—

Loving as Christ–

A father’s place.

You, however, mothers, are designed

For seasons from long before,

From the first months

You swaddle his form

In the warm, soft shelter of your womb,

Providing food and first impressions,

As flesh and blood are knit together there

By the hand of God.

And once your sons enter

The world of the air

You help them take not only first literal steps

But also spiritual.

For to you are also assigned the early lessons

Not only in little feet padding from here to there

But also, later on, in scaling an enemy’s walls

By self-control,

Breaking bones

With soft answers, and

Understanding that sometimes

We must wait forty months or years

In a desert

To acquire a skill or

To enter into God’s promises.

Mothers, you have been given

This precious time

To teach your sons  

The ways of both cunning serpents and

Harmless doves, that

Sometimes, a man’s brawn

Notwithstanding,

It is the strength of a soft answer

That turns away wrath.

You, mothers, have been entrusted

To teach and preach to your sons

In the earliest years

The first lessons in

The way, truth, and life

In such a time as yours

In such a way as yours.

You are assigned

To teach them the foundations

To build upon at the city gates and

To guide them elsewhere,

As God leads,

As you show and tell them

How to listen

For trumpet sounds

And the still small     

Voice of God.

For it is on your knee they begin

The journey to the cross.

In this way, too,

You are God’s helpers, meet,

In His plan.

Conclusion

“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it” (Proverbs 22:6, KJV).

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