Not in all, but in many Native American tribes, the women farmed as well as performed domestic chores. Native American men hunted, fished, and protected the village, often going to war with neighboring tribes, and later, with the European settlers.
The settlers were disconcerted to see Native American women farming the land--a job they viewed as man's work. The WNIA had an agenda. Their approach to the tribes was to encourage more home-centered activities for the women. They wished to teach them, what they believed, was a better way of life.
Native Americans also differed in European male/female roles in other ways. For example, the inheritance of material goods was through the maternal side. (Remember that America had many Native American tribes and their customs vary greatly. I am speaking in generalities.)
Also, as we know from many films and TV series, the chief was an older male. But did you know that he was often appointed by a maternal clan? Not only did they put men into power, they could also stip them of power if they became dissatisfied with the job performance.
By this time in history, in the 1800s, the European view of a woman's sphere of influence had become firmly entrenched, and that sphere resided in her home and family. A popular poem by William Ross Wallace, published in 1865, epitomizes this.
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,
Mothers 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.
While I am not belittling the mother's role (in my own life, it was second only to my role as wife when my children were growing up), the Bible has many verses admonishing fathers to parent their children. One of my favorites is Deuteronomy 6:6-9:
And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart:
And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.
And thou shalt bind them for a sign upon thine hand, and they shall be as frontlets between thine eyes.
And thou shalt write them upon the posts of thy house, and on thy gates.
Mother's Day is nearing, and note that I am not dismissing the great impact mothers have had on their children through the ages. However, that impact may be manifest in ways not obvious to our eyes. Grandfathers, grandmothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and family friends all have roles to play. A mother's influence may be great but it multiplies when others do their part as well.
(Credit to Wikipedia and teachinghistory.org)
Wishing all the mothers out there a happy Mother's Day, a few days early.
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