The mother is a world of great mystery. She loves; she does all kinds of interesting things throughout the house; she sings; she reads; she loses her temper; she may be as peaceful as a summer evening or a whirlwind of fury. But she is always the mother, and her love for her children, even when it is shot through all the flaws of her character, will be a human love. It may be far from perfect. [But it will be something real.]
Ten Ways to Destroy the Imagination of Your Child
This description struck me when I read it. It is within the context of his "recommendation" to put all children in full-time daycare, to replace the mother-child relationship with a worker-client relationship, written in extremity and entirely tongue-in-cheek, of course.
The picture he paints resonated on a deep level with me. I love the romance and reality all rolled into one. A mother, as peaceful as a summer evening or a whirlwind of fury. Yes. I've been there.
This book was an amusing and thought-provoking read. He presents sound observations on life and culture that are worth contemplation; within the realm of growing children, definitely, but more expansively, on the needs and desires of the human soul.