Quotes About Motherhood

You were perplexed by the women who came up to your swollen body. Remove your hands, you wanted to say. Don't touch me. What a blessing, they said. What a blessing? No, you were an animal, you thought, a heatless bitch, ewe, cow, doe. You carry one of your own kind. The conception is nothing. That happens whether chosen or not. It is the persistence of life. One is begotten. One begets.

You felt like a beast, but you weren't simply one. Once you accepted the pregnancy was yours to bear, you did become vigilant. They were to grow. You were to tend them. But you were mystified by other women's joyfulness at your condition. You remembered overhearing, as a girl, their talk of how a young woman would hear a coo one day that would turn her soft and make her want a baby. Such a thing had never happened to you.

As long as Mumma was alive, she knew that some small part of herself had remained a child, cherished and adored. Perhaps you never completely grew up until your mother died.

And so we sat there. Two haunted women. And one unhaunted baby trailing clouds of glory.

My name is Lily Florabella Truax Beaupre, named after the woman who helped my mother, the woman who became my ghost.

I wondered if this was a thing regular mothers felt looking at their daughters from a distance, finding them perilous in their magnetic beauty, which makes no distinction in which screws and nuts it attracts.

A newborn baby has a powerful effect on character. But so does a toddler. A child. A preteen. A teenager. A mother changes with every stage. Some stages are within a mother's skill set. Some stages are like being told to scale a cliff using a rope attached to nothing.

My mother would offer a selection of his watercolors to the peddlers at lunch hour ... She did all she could to keep me alive, I just shouldn't have been born.

She glorified in her unmarried-mother act. In

Children abandoned by the universe—and that was how it felt to those whose mothers went away or died young—always spent their lives seeking perfect, intense union. Anything less felt like a failure. Stevie thought about all the pain that quest had caused herself and others.

When a mother loves her child as much as yours loved you, she might find it impossible to let go, to leave you, if you were sitting right there. She had to wait for you to go away before she could die.

Girls without mothers either tried too hard or not hard enough; as they got older, they sometimes wore extra makeup, as if it could mask the fact they didn't know what to do, how to act.

It seemed she would marry, be a wife to this unknown Scot, the mother of his children, and lady of his people . . . Lord save them all. R

You cannot be mother, therapist and healer-assist to six children and expect perfection, Jahir said. Of course I can, she answered. She snorted. I'm a nurse. It's what we do.

We know you have a great mind and all, Mother, but you don't have much sense.

She wanted to say, no. She wanted to say, I have a son, there is a child, this cannot happen. Because you know that no one will ever love them like you do. You know that no one will look after them like you do. You know that it's an impossibility, it's unthinkable that you could be taken away, that you will have to leave them behind.

We've made hyper motherhood a measure of female success.

Motherhood is a blissful chain...I have a mother - my precious gift...I am a mother - the best of my kind!

An excellent mother knows she has the beautiful life, and she is a big time programmer.

A virtuous mother sows and sows seeds of greatness with great life in mind.

By embracing your mother wound as your yoga, you transform what has been a hindrance in your life into a teacher of the heart.

I've often called mothers the greatest spiritual teachers in the world.

I believe the choice to become a mother is the choice to become one of the greatest spiritual teachers there is.

She knew women who couldn't keep their pregnancies and some who could never even get pregnant. They were treated poorly by their husbands, their own families, everyone around them. A woman had to get pregnant, had to give birth—it was part of being a woman, as natural as having breasts and a womb. A woman who never became a mother was incomplete. "Thank