The Mother of All Changes

Musings with Old Friends : XII

When Saddam Hussein referred to fighting the ' mother-of-all-battles,' the comment registered a response in most people. Perhaps it was the reference to mother and how it appeared Saddam was calling for his mother in the face of an alliance of the world's military powers.

We refer to these expressions with a a melancholy of sorts, a gesture of body language, ' noblise oblige' and sometimes a vague sense of truth and right. It pleases us to be able to do so and we appear to have created an acquiescence to such ' knowing attitudes ' in us.

A mother is the matriarch of the home. She's the one the kid hangs on for his every need and love. Quite unconsciously when we refer to a world event of some magnitude, we seem to recall such a cognition of the matriarch.

No doubt it would be most inconvenient for a grown man to show such attachments in situations involving his career, financial position and as a social leader. However, going past these experiences we are able to see the matriarch in all her glory. She juggled her affection with 5 or 6 kids, ensuring that each felt special. She brought a relation to each and helped them feel that they belong.

Such a sense of belonging lasts a long time and when we review at some point our relations with her, we find that we are not that different. We may well have shared that same use of the mind with her. At work, in relation to staff, suppliers, customers, shareholders … we seem to have created a variation of her responses.

Does a woman do it better with an unlimited scope of the passions what a man struggles with mind and its logical nature? Should a man working on understanding it take a dive into the passions and understand their organization of the phenomenon and than maybe, bring it to mind?

It certainly involves a change in the way we view ourselves. This would certainly be the ' mother-of-all-changes.'