Quotes About Motherhood

Most people, even most doctors, learn that the placenta is a nice, tight seal that prevents anything in the mother's body from invading the fetus, and vice-versa. That's mostly true. But the placenta doesn't seal off the baby perfectly, and every so often, something slips across.

I have a very close, tight group of friends. I lean on them for support and I lean on my kids and just want to be the best mom possible.

I get angry with none. Will a mother get angry with her children? Will the ocean send back the waters to the several rivers. Advaita Philosophy

Our bodies are shaped to bear children, and our lives are a working out of the processes of creation. All our ambitions and intelligence are beside that great elemental point.

When I look into her searching blue eyes, I am filled with wonder and an urgent sense of desire. I want to be a better woman, to walk this path of life well beside her, to point her towards God's fingerprints and kindness, to live a full, abundant life so that she, too, can know that she is free to live into hers.

The mother who reaches the heartfelt needs of her children by helping them feel loved and secure, by believing in their dreams, by noticing when they stray and gently steering them back in the right direction, and by teaching them what they need to know to live full and meaningful lives accomplishes a great work for the Lord.

the fundamental mission of motherhood now is the same as it always was: to nurture, protect, and instruct children, to create a home environment that enables them to learn and grow, to help them develop a heart for God and his purposes, and to send them out into the world prepared to live both fully and meaningfully.

Perfection is not a standard he requires of me as a mother, for his grace extends to me as well as to my children. My heartfelt trust in him will be the fuel that energizes my days as I see him draw my children through this gift that will serve them their whole lives.

I didn't think I was the only one who loved my children but struggled with isolation and boredom in the sometimes overwhelming details of daily life. I believed that, among like-minded women, there was a need for community as we strived to raise godly children without many people to teach us or to share our burden.

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. PSALM 139:13-14,

He knew through this great work of motherhood, we would slowly be conformed into the image of Christ, and from this commitment we would come to better understand His fatherhood, His sacrifice, and His unmerited favor toward us.

I always wanted to be a hero--to sacrifice my life in a big way one time--and yet, God has required my sacrifice to be thousands of days, over many years, with one more kiss, one more story, one more meal.

I like him to sleep close to me. Danes says it is better than leaving him alone in a cradle to get too cold or too hot. Mistress Bedwell does not agree. She says that I should have a wet nurse and not hold him all the time, for it indulges him so." I laughed. "What nonsense!" Hester looked pleased. "It feels right, him being next to me." "Hester, do what you feel is best. Take no notice of Patience Bedwell.

I struggle with enormous discrepancies: between the reality of motherhood and the image of it, between my love for my home and the need to travel, between the varied and seductive paths of the heart. The lessons of impermanance, the occasional despair and the muse, so tenuously moored, all visit their needs upon me and I dig deeply for the spiritual utilities that restore me

Somewhere on this globe, every ten seconds, there is a woman giving birth to a child. She must be found and stopped.

My mother is regularly torn between being herself and being my mother.

Motherhood," she says, "despite being immensely common, remains the greatest mystery, and all the language people use to describe it, kitschy words like 'comfort' and 'loving arms' and 'nursing,' is to convince women to stay put.

Motherhood makes you a dealer in death. No one tells you this beforehand. You will become obsessed with all the ways a person can go because while it might be easy to deal with the fact that you will one day die, it's not at all easy—totally unacceptable—to deal with the fact that one day your child will die. Do

So if you want to convince me that there's something bigger going on here, some sort of grand plan or map or order in the universe, you're going to have to first explain why God makes bad moms." Ruth shrugs. "I don't know why." "Well, I do and it's because he doesn't exist.

For her, Mr. Splitfoot is a two that is sometimes a one, mothers and their children, Nat and Ruth, life and death. "Are

The sun comes up. Ruth fingers the trunk of a bare tree. There's a pattern, a larvae fringe some creature tracked back and forth, drunk on whatever it ate, making writing no one can read. I want to get out of here. I want life to win, for now. I want to be a mother. We keep walking, trees and trees and sometimes a small clearing. I take no breaks. Dead leaves, dead needles, dead logs, but green everywhere. I can see the sky and I can see Ruth. Every now and again, a bird.

Åžimdi topra??n üstündeyim. Bu toprak annemin annesi, benim annem, tüm canl? varl?klar?n annesiydi.

And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,That eats the she-wolf's young.

You are thinking of the past." I put my arms around her. She'd risen from childbed too soon. "We are the past," she said.