Quotes About Motherhood

Sometimes being a good mother gets in the way of being a good person.

Algunas veces, ser buena madre está reñido con ser buena persona.

Had her mother endured this same torture for her, and had she rewarded her with so little love? But it was too late to love Sophie now. She was dead. Did all women go through this agony whenever a child was born? Then women were greater than she had thought. Hine-Moa had had six children and was still beautiful and serene. And Charlotte had many children. She must not scream. She was sure that neither Charlotte nor Hine-Moa had ever screamed.

to know perfect happiness a woman may be a mother but must be a Grandmother

And now Marguerite was sitting up too, the little, monkey! Why could she never get her children in hand as other mothers did? Was she a weak mother, or were they unusually insubordinate children?

I was regarded as fair-looking for one of my race, and for four years a white man—I spare the world his name—had base designs upon me. I do not care to dwell upon this subject, for it is one that is fraught with pain. Suffice it to say, that he persecuted me for four years, and I—I—became a mother. The child of which he was the father was the

Like all good mothers, she always knew the worst was going to happen and was disappointed and relieved when it finally did.

She had forgotten how many minutes of motherhood were devoted to this question, even before Edith's accident. Alive now? And now? The deeper Edith's sleep the shallower her life, it seemed. The extraordinary stillness of a sleeping baby! Look for a breath at the stomach, flush at the cheeks. Then Luetta would leave the room, come back. She lost hours to the question. Alive now, now, now?

you're my first born child, and the person who first showed me the miracle of this love a mother has for her child.

the big problem with motherhood of girls, it seems to me, is that we're both women.

i just want my girls to have babies. that's all. so they know what i know.

The house where she had raised her son—never, ever realizing that she herself had been raising a motherless child, now a long, long way from home.

This is a story about a mother who loves her daughter. Imperfectly. Because we all love imperfectly.

And then I remembered that one time, when I was pregnant with Chrissy, I had looked down at my big stomach and put my hand over it and thought: Whoever you are, you do not belong to me. My job is to help you get into the world, but you do not belong to me. And remembering this now, I thought: Lucy, you were absolutely right.

Awful to think she was a disapproving mother. Awful to wonder—had she always frightened Amy? Is that why the girl had grown up so fearful, always ducking her head? It was bewildering to Isabelle. Bewildering that you could harm a child without even knowing, thinking all the while you were being careful, conscientious. But it was a terrible feeling.

Mommy, I cried inside myself, Mommy, I am so frightened! And the nice mother I have made up over the years answered: Yes, I know.

Bertha divined what an enormous wrong had been wrought against the world in that the longing for pleasure is placed in woman just as in man; and that with women that longing is a sin, demanding expiation, if the yearning for pleasure is not at the same time a yearning for motherhood.

Maybe I was just lucky, but I had the best pregnancy, and I loved giving birth. It was just the most amazing thing, so surreal but so real.

Being a mom's so empowering and incredible. I'm one of those people who believes that life brings things to you at a certain time for a certain reason, and if you just go with it, that's where the best moments come from.

I will say this once," her mother said. "You can put your foot down about this. You can have your tantrum. But get used to the fact that you're going to be a mother - and no matter how much you've been in control of all the other parts of your life, you're about to enter into a thing that you can never control entirely. Ever.

When she was small and at home on a rare sick day, she'd never quite trusted that her classroom would be there, with the day and its lessons going on, if she wasn't. "Solipsism": nine letters. Of course Ben had known the word.....It was how the rest of the world felt sometimes now that she was someone's mum. As if almost everywhere and everything else had disappeared. Sometimes, that wasn't so bad.

The benefits to the mother of immediate breastfeeding are innumerable, not the least of which after the weariness of labor and birth is the emotional gratification, the feeling of strength, the composure, and the sense of fulfillment that comes with the handling and suckling of the baby.

when he returned, at 6 P.M. that day, i still hadn't seen the baby. He reminded them that i was supposed to breastfeed her. They told him he hadn't "written a prescription" for breastfeeding.

Okay, Troy...you're right. I'll take care of your baby for you...cause...like you say...she's innocent...and you can't visit the sins of the father upon the child. A motherless child has got a hard time. From right now...this child got a mother. But you a womanless man.