The Hand that Rocks the Cradle
is the Hand that Rules the World!

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.

By: William Ross Wallace

Following up to Mother's Day, I'd like to say a special thank you to my Mom. For carrying me for 9 long months, loving me before I was even born, and sacrificing your wants and needs for all of your children. For being present at EVERY school awards assembly, staying up extra late to make birthday cupcakes or jell-o jigglers for my entire class, and for molding me into the woman that I am today. I am only beginning to understand the depth and richness of love that a mother feels for her child. Thank you, Mom, for all the years of unconditional love, even when I was at times unlovable. I hope to be as great a mom to Adalynn as you have been to me. I love you!