Then God remembered Rachel, and God listened to her and opened her womb. She conceived and bore a son and said, “God has taken away my reproach.” And she called his name Joseph, saying, “May the Lord add to me another son!”” (Genesis 30:22–24, ESV)

Frederick Meyer in his book Through the Bible Day by Day Devotional Commentary has an interesting comment as he ponders the reason that Moses recorded so carefully the development of Jacob and his [highly dysfunctional] family.

[Side note: Surely this is one of the stranger family relationships in all of the Scriptures.  Competing maids to sleep with one’s husband?  Hiring your husband out for the night?  The very definition of dysfunctional.]

Meyers writes:

The details of this paragraph are given with great minuteness, because they concern the twelve sons of Jacob, the forefathers of Israel. After all, history is made in the nursery, and we are very much what our mothers have made us in the formative years. An old Spanish proverb says, “An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.”

I like that proverb.  It is certainly true in my own life.