[Congressional Record Volume 152, Number 58 (Friday, May 12, 2006)]
[Senate]
[Pages S4514-S4515]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]
MOTHER'S DAY
Mr. BYRD. Mr. President, I thank my distinguished and able friend
from Alabama. I thank him for his reference to Mother's Day. I do
indeed have some remarks that I want to make in reference to Mother's
Day.
Mr. President, the irises are blooming, their beauty as refined as a
Japanese print. Roses are spilling their sweet perfume into the air. A
bountiful harvest of sweet, red strawberries is making its way into
pies and shortcakes. The phones are busy at the florists around the
country. The signs are clear that this coming Sunday the Nation will
again observe the annual celebration of that great day, Mother's Day.
Mother's Day is beloved by florists, by candy makers, by greeting card
producers, by phone companies, and by restaurants, for it is a busy day
indeed for them. But the day is also beloved by mothers, for it is on
this one day, more than any other day, that they receive credit for
their favorite and most important job. This coming Sunday, mothers will
be showered with affection, waited upon, called upon, and honored. They
deserve all of it, every bit of it.
It is the little things that count
And give a mother pleasure--
The things her children bring to her
Which they so richly treasure . . .
The picture that is smudged a bit
With tiny fingerprints,
The colored rock, the lightning bugs,
The sticky peppermints;
The ragged, bright bouquet of flowers
A child brings, roots and all--
These things delight a mother's heart
Although they seem quite small.
A mother can see beauty
In the very smallest thing
For there's a little bit of heaven
In a small child's offering.
A mother stays with you throughout your life. Her words and her
actions resonate. Yes, we can hear her voice echoing across time when
we repeat to our children the lessons that mother taught us: ``Sit up
straight,'' ``use your napkin,'' ``stop fidgeting and pay attention,''
Do you remember? She said those things to us. ``Say thank you,'' and
``if everyone else jumped off a cliff, would you jump, too?''
Every mother molds and shapes her children in ways large and small,
from lessons as important as treating others with thoughtfulness and
courtesy to tasks as small as how to fold laundry. Years later, as we
teach our own children to fold laundry, we might smile to recall that
it was our mother--your mother--who taught us how to fold a shirt in a
particular way. It is also probable that she was teaching you to fold
it in the same way her mother had taught her--that is the way it is,
you know--just as her mother taught her courtesy and just as she taught
you. Those gentle hands carried the ingrained lessons of many
generations, lessons honed and reinforced over many generations.
On Mother's Day, when we honor mothers all across the Nation, we also
honor grandmothers and great-grandmothers, whether or not we were
fortunate enough to have known them in life. ``Children and mothers
never truly part, bound in the beating of each other's heart.'' So
wrote Charlotte Gray, and her words speak to the heritable nature of a
mother's love. A mother's love. It passes through the generations like
our own DNA.
Mothers also model efficiency. Mothers were the earliest adopters of
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``multitasking,'' long before such a phrase had even been coined.
Modern appliances make mothers even more efficient, simultaneously
washing and drying clothes while cleaning the house, making dinner,
keeping up with the news, and monitoring their children's homework. In
today's busy world, working mothers must master such multitasking, and
many do it with amazing dexterity, juggling work and family and all of
their children's outside activities with all of the skill of a circus
act. You know how it goes. Mothers are also the lifeblood of many
activities important to their children, from scouting to athletics,
parent-teacher associations to Sunday school, music lessons to swim
teams. The phrase ``soccer mom''--have you heard that phrase? It
accurately reflects a wide swath of American culture.
And still mothers find time to nurture, to cuddle, to listen, to
heal, and to teach. Henry Ward Beecher observed that ``the mother's
heart is the child's schoolroom.'' Think about that. This is surely
true, for with every action, every look, every word, be they soft and
loving or briskly authoritative, mothers teach their children.
Their influence upon the world is incalculable. George Washington,
the first President of our great country, that great general who fought
at Valley Forge, said:
My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am
I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the
moral, intellectual and physical education I received from
her.
Abraham Lincoln said:
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always
followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
He also said:
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
Andrew Jackson noted about his mother:
There was never a woman like her. She was gentle as a dove
and brave as a lioness. . . . The memory of my mother and her
teachings were, after all, the only capital I had to start
life with, and on that capital I have made my way.
Booker T. Washington. Let's hear what he said. He said:
In all my efforts to learn to read, my mother shared fully
my ambition and sympathized with me and aided me in every way
that she could. If I have done anything in life worth
attention, I feel sure that I inherited the disposition from
my mother.
The leaders of our future are being molded and shaped right now by
their mothers. It is hard to imagine that those small faces being wiped
clean by their mother's hand might someday smile at us from the Oval
Office, or that those chubby fingers might someday operate dangerous
machinery. But that childish confidence is fostered by their mother's
love, urged on by her unwavering support, and raised up by her tender
sympathy. Their mother's support will give them the wings to fly high
and to achieve great success.
I am sure that these future leaders will someday echo the words of
Washington, Lincoln, and Jackson in crediting their mothers for their
success--their angel mothers.
I have no recollections of my mother. She died on Armistice Day 1918.
She told the faithful couple who raised me: Take the baby--I was a
baby--and three older brothers and a sister. Take the baby. Keep him as
your own. And she went away. I am sure that her prayers have followed
me and that today she looks down from Heaven waiting. I don't remember
seeing her in this life, but I shall have the opportunity to see her
someday.
Every child deserves a mother worthy of such sentiments. And as a
nation, we are fortunate to possess so many wonderful mothers.
There is a poem called ``Mother's Love'' that I would like to recite
at this moment. ``Mother's Love":
Her love is like an island
In life's ocean, vast and wide;
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
'Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender counsel on the South,
And on the East by Rest.
Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro' the changing scenes in life
I find a haven there.
Mr. President, my own dear mother waits for me.
I would like to reflect on this great old poem, ``Rock Me To Sleep,''
and I dedicate it--it is not my poem, but it is the one I love--I
dedicate it to my dear wife Erma, who was a wonderful mother to her
children, and to all the mothers throughout this broad land. Let us
think of them. They thought of us. They rocked us. They gave us
comfort. They nurtured us. Think of them, the mothers of America.
Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for to-night!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;--
Rock me to sleep, Mother--rock me to sleep!
Backward, flow backward, oh, tide of the years
I am so weary of toil and of tears--
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain--
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay--
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away,
Weary of sowing for others to reap;--
Rock me to sleep, Mother--rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O Mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;--
Rock me to sleep, Mother--rock me to sleep!
Over my heart in the days that are flown,
No love like mother--love ever has shown;
No other worship abides and endures--
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;--
Rock me to sleep, Mother--rock me to sleep!
Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep:--
Rock me to sleep, Mother--rock me to sleep!
Mother, dear Mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;
Rock me to sleep, Mother--rock me to sleep!
Mr. President, I yield the floor and suggest the absence of a quorum.
The PRESIDING OFFICER. The clerk will call the roll.
The legislative clerk proceeded to call the roll.
Mr. KERRY. Mr. President, I ask unanimous consent that the order for
the quorum call be rescinded.
The PRESIDING OFFICER. Without objection, it is so ordered.
Mr. KERRY. Mr. President, what is the order now?
The PRESIDING OFFICER. The Senate is in morning business.
Mr. KERRY. I thank the Chair. I will proceed in morning business.
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