Quotes About Mother

But sibling relationships can also be shaped by the dynamic between the unloving mother and her daughter, most particularly when a mother differentiates between her children, being loving and attentive to one but not to another. In many families, the dynamic will weaken sibling bonds.

I know the answer now, and that knowledge absolutely coexists with a terrible longing for the mother love I never had and never will have.

As Adrienne Rich so acutely observed, "It is hard to write about my own mother. Whatever I do write, it is my story I am telling, my version of the past. If she were to tell her own story, other landscapes would be revealed. But in my landscape or hers, there would be old, smoldering patches of deep-burning anger.

On that island was a lighthouse I had seen every single summer of my entire life and my mother, too, had seen it her entire life, and I wondered how it might affect your way of thinking, if you always had a lighthouse in the corner of your eye.

And death shall be the last embrace of her who takes the life she gave, even as a mother folding her child, says, 'Leave me not again.

Men of England, heirs of Glory, Heroes of unwritten story, Nurslings of one mighty Mother, Hopes of her, and one another;

It appears that children are hard-wired to release fear through angering and crying. The newborn baby, mourning the death of living safely and fully contained inside the mother, utters the first of many angry cries not only to call for nurturance and attention, but also to release her fear.

The Drama of the Gifted Child. Sean's inborn gift coming into this life was his compassion and his sense that if he studied his mother enough and figured out what she needed, he could provide for her needs.

Just ignore him and he'll go away, my mother used to say to Gillian when we were young and I bugged her. Just ignore him. All he wants is attention. In retrospect there seems to be something almost cruel about that—to simultaneously acknowledge and refuse someone's desire for attention—especially a child's. All he wants is attention, as if it's bad to want attention, like wanting money or power or fame.

A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.

A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.

Perhaps more relevant to us from an attachment standpoint are the classic studies of rat pups separated from their mother in the first two weeks of life, who appear to incur a permanent increase in the expression of genes controlling the secretion of CRF (corticotrophin-releasing factor)

First, it is important to note that in the London data, a mother's attachment classification before the birth of the child was a powerful predictor of the child's theory-of-mind competence at 5 years; 75% of children of secure, autonomous mothers passed the cognitive-emotion task, whereas only 16% of children of preoccupied mothers and 25% of those of unresolved mothers did so (Fonagy 1997).

His portrait of a married couple — brazen male incompetence on one side, camera-shy female wisdom on the other — must have evoked in many men clusters of mental images, or vague memories, recalling the first and shaping love affair of their lives, with their mother. What Barrie thought every woman knew was something that most men knew, in their troubled unconscious.

At home, my mother dabbed at her brow with a wet flannel she kept in the fridge for that purpose.

I can only move myself into the distance; my mother can never become for me, as I can for myself, a winged art object flying serenely through the air. She refuses to be isolated and remains unfathomable; my sentences crash in the darkness and lie scattered on the paper.

There were curtains of night gray that curved against the wind and in them it was almost as if he could see the lives of his mother and of his best friend, their spirits, coming to him. It was not as if they lived, exactly, but maybe they were not lost forever to the great dark.

Wynn's loss reverberated and was swept up into the more pervasive loss of his mother just as the sound of the stream rose up and was scattered by the wind in these pines.

The girl ran and told her motherís household about these things.

So Jacob went and got two goats and brought them to his mother, who made the tasty food his father loved.

But when she could no longer hide him, she got him a papyrus basket and coated it with tar and pitch. Then she placed the child in the basket and set it among the reeds along the bank of the Nile.

When she opened it, she saw the child, and behold, the little boy was crying. So she had compassion on him and said, “This is one of the Hebrew children.”

“Go ahead,” Pharaohís daughter told her. And the girl went and called the boyís mother.

“When an ox, a sheep, or a goat is born, it must remain with its mother for seven days. From the eighth day on, it will be acceptable as an offering made by fire to the LORD.