I found this book in a bargain bin at a grocery store years ago..and have mislaid it and I'm heartbroken. I wanted to give a copy of it to my three older brothers on Mother's Day..because sometimes they're a little hard on our mother who really is quite simply wonderful, and raised her children well. In the way that only Ardith Greene Kapp can, she illustrates the invaluable role mothers have in the lives of their children.
As a mother of two children one who was little boy when I stumbled across this book, it was one of those "lightbulb" moments. It seemed so obvious..well of course the mothers had an incalculable role in creating those young men, who would become the Stripling Warriors. Certainly their fathers set examples, and taught them all the things that fathers teach, but they had to support their families. It was their mothers, who taught and trained them every day in the home. If anyone has ever had to learn or helped a child learn multiplication tables, or The Articles of Faith..the lightbulb goes on.
I was pretty stunned by the idea. It's very simple, and in some ways quite subtile. I love my kids, and do my best to keep them pointed in the right direction. I've had mixed results..haha Being a divorced mother of a teenage son is intimidating, knowing there are things I simply can't teach him.
Then I think of those other mothers. Surely, some of them had lost a husband or father or brother. How did they manage? They probably relied on those around them to teach and train what they simply couldn't. My son has had the very best of men as scoutmaster's, teachers, and other leaders who teach him what I can't.
In some reviews I've read that this book was frustrating, because it didn't give much helpful advice on how to be a more effective mother. I think that is the simple beauty of it.
As a mother with older children, a teenager and one in her early 20's, the missionaries stories are the point. There is no formula of what's the best way to raise happy faithful children. I think it's a fly by the seat of your pants kind of adventure. What works for one family, might be a complete bust for another. What the book underlined for me, and the reason I think it would be an appropriate gift for my brothers is that mothers do a lot of heavy lifting. That load may be distributed in a thousand pieces, but it does nothing to overall weight of the task we are given. We are the trainers of Warriors. We feed them, clothe them, run them around, council them, render first aid, help with talks, and kiss them goodnight..
I often wonder if so little is said about what the mothers of these young men did was such a part of their normal life, it would be the equivalent of the most boring Twitter feed ever. Woke up, fixed breakfast, scriptures, dishes, weaving.. The Stripling Warriors are only extraordinary because they stepped up in the place of their fathers. Before that..they were just ordinary faithful boys, like any Young Men's Quorum. But they went to war, on the faith of their mothers and they weren't afraid.
This is a wonderful book. I often wonder if our missionaries aren't much like those a Stripling Warriors. They answer a call, and go out into the world with confidence because their mothers have told them their whole lives this is something they can do. Ask a 15 year old kid sometime if he'd be willing to leave home for two years and pay to be a missionary and ride around on a bike. I've done it with my son's friends. It's pretty enlightening. Even better is to hear my son explain why he's going to do it. I guess I'm doing something right so far. Not that I have a clue what it is.