Daughters belong to mothers, for mothers once were daughters. A son raised by the mtoher shall never become a warrior. A daughter raised by the father shall have difficulty in her search for gentleness. The rpide of the father is the glint of the sun in the sweat of his son, in a worthy effort. The pride of the mother in her daughter is the gentleness of her daughter.
Mother is the love of the lodge.
Father is the law. When Mother becomes law and love of the lodge, then Father becomes useless in the eyes of the children. When Father becomes law and love of the lodge, then Mother becomes useless in the eyes of the children. Both must have their place. And the wind will tell him so.