The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-05-30
NUMBER 81.
Mothers, From . Social stanapoia4.

A0tnerss FROM Q SOCIAL ctanapo1Ah
Happy and fortunate little woman g
home, who never felt called upon 10
write q line for thepapers in your life do
you realize what an enEiable lot is yoursR
II for nothing else, because it never oc-
ours to you that the fotsam and jetsam
of conversation, the beauties of nature,
the, flying of bird against the wind,
the bit of wisdom dropped quantity from
the lips of child, are each and all good
material to be woven into your weekly
or monthly budget. The writing habt
(be glad that il Is not yours1 is other
wise. One gets to be ever on the alert.
half unconsoiously, too and everything
that one hears is mentally seized upon
for future use. Like the birds who 60
darting here and there In the spring
sunshine, catching bright hued thread.
or a shred of wool, or a whisp OF hay
wherewith to build their nests, we of the
journalistic profession think nothing in
dyertent or inappropriate which We
much by way of preface, If not of apollo
gy. And for what one dark-eyed
woman said to her neighbor, in thepub-
lie conveyance which accommodated .
throng of passengers:
''She had completely effaced herself
for her daughters. Everything is done
to accommodate Helen and Julia, and
Mrs --is superseded. It don't seem
Just right to me that mother should
be kept altogether in the background =
CO., said the sweet looking lady to
whom this was addressed, ssself-deniai
is easy to mothers. What is mothers
life anyway, but sacrifice all throughe,s
agreed. with the first speaker. Is
don't seem right to me that the Helens
and Julias, bright, beautiful, bewitching
though they may be, should step to tho
front, in selfish absorption and monopo-
lie the best things, while ssmother, o
pale, colorless, worn-out figure, is wear
ing old dresses, reading old books or
none at all, seeing few friends, and iy-
ing q humdrum life Of routine, chiefly
enlivened by conflicts with Bridget's
stupidity and Noah's impertinence. In
deed, it is not right, and Helen and
julia, flashing like butterflies in the
sunny morning of youth, would be the
last to enjoy their warm and cozy home,
If they felt that they were responsible
for the monotony of their mothers ex-
istence. Mother is herself the person
indeed, to q real mother. From the
uOuH mACu LICK u6tI16 AA6b ONCk
with the tidal rapture which sweeps full
flooded into the heart that cradles a babe,
through the weary watching hours Of
teething and whooping-cough, mumps
and measles, on through school days and
vacation days, and courting days, the
mothers life is poured out and given
necessarily for her children. So il
should be in q sense. In every child the
mother renews her youth, and each son
and daughter is an addition to the homo
wealth.
But some of your mothers, to whom
am talking, carry your self-sacrifice so
far that you forget that you have any life
of your own, for which you are RESPONSE
bleto God. You spend your strength so
freely and so recklessly during the years
of your children's childhood that you
have no elasticity, no resources. no
health left to spare by the time they
are grown up. You so devote
your. skill and talents to the material
side of the house that you have no time
to keep up with the current of the world's
thought, or to grow Intellectually with
your young people. Many q good woman
suffers her religious life to droop and
languish, because in her thoughtless
giving up of every moment of time, and
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the daily demands of her household, she
has absolutely no opportunity left for
sitting at the Masters feet. Society Is
not, in our cities, given up so wholly to
the young as it was a few years ago.
In fact, there can be no social success
where only the crudity of early youth
appears upon the scene. Older people,
who bring to the front the tact, the ex-
perience and the knowledge which they
have gained through the years. must
mingle in the social gathering, if lis to
be witty, brilliant and attractive. The
mothers must be in the van,, and the
daughters, as BELTS their age, q little in
the sheltering shadow, if we are to have
the ideal social-life growing out of the
ideal home-life.
lam very fond of the Helens and
Julias. / like their sparkle, their viyac-
ity, their esprit. But / do not like their
want of consideration for mother if she
is, perhaps, a little old-fashioned, little
tired, little difident and frightened in
the blaze of their splendor. True and
tenderly loving daughters will never be
contented to let mothers efface them
selves even though self-denial be an easy
maternal duty.-M e. Sdngster, in In
terror.