Quotes About Motherhood

Things can feel pretty extra after having a baby. A lot of it is probably hormones. Two under two and three kids in four years has been truly humbling.

There is something about having babies in your 40s that is unique in both a humiliating and amazing way.

I'm one hundred percent into my life, and into my fighting career. This is who I want to be in the future - as a mother - and if I'm going to leave the sport, I leave the sport. When I finish with fighting, I'm done.

I always assumed that, like my mother before me, one day I would have children. When I was 5, my fantasy was to have a hundred dogs and a hundred kids.

With all the hundreds of dresses and shoes I have, it would be an absolute crime if I don't have a little girl. I have a whole room at home filled with my stage wear.

The good stuff in me I got from my mom. I can joke, I can laugh, I can tease, I can celebrate and support and praise – I can operate in sunlight, basically – but I can't deal with angry or tearful women.

I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters.

At one point, she probably liked the idea of a daughter. When she was a girl, I bet she daydreamed of being a mother, of coddling, of licking her child like a milk-swelled cat. She has that voraciousness about children. She swoops in on them. Even I, in public, was a beloved child.

First thing she said to me once we got our food: "I have one daughter. Thirteen years old. Mia. For Mia Hamm. She was born the day we won the World Cup. So, that's my daughter.

Creo que algunas mujeres no están hechas para ser madres, simplemente. Y algunas no están hechas para ser hijas

Los cerdos son criaturas extremadamente inteligentes y sociables, y esa intimidad forzada de cadena de montaje hace que a las cerdas madres les entren ganas de morirse. Cosa que hacen, en cuanto se les seca la leche. La sola idea de esa práctica me parece repulsiva, pero el hecho de verla con tus propios ojos te afecta muy directamente, te hace menos humano. Como ser testigo de una violación y no decir nada.

four kids clambering up her, the smile was bigger, but hassled, and she was always leaning away from one of us. I picture her as constantly under siege by her children.

Although watching her three children toddle to her, sleep-stained from their nap, rubbing their eyes while they make their way to Mama, little hands touching her knee or arm as if she were home base, as if they knew they were safe... it hurts me sometimes to watch.

God had given her what she prayed for—a little boy who would always need her.

Whatever was lacking within him that made it impossible to confront the difficulties of life could not be supplied with words. She saw it now. There was a void in his being that had been padded and cushioned over the years, and now that covering had grown impregnable. She bit on her bottom lip and swallowed back a sob. God had given her what she prayed for—a little boy who would always need her.

Where could she be going with all them kids? The welfare office wasn't open. She was greeted with the friendly caution that women hold toward unmarried women who repeatedly have children—since they aren't having them by their own husbands, there is always the possibility they are having them by yours.

And, like a mother to herself, she would never forget that girl on a bicycle, though she would never mention her to anyone, never breathe a word.

She's floating outside in the maternal holding pattern all women learn after they have children, one that serves them well after grandchildren come along.

But just as no one really knows what it is like to be a mother until she holds her first child, no one who hadn't felt the sudden loss of a child could ever even approximate the stabbing ache that came with every breath. I

I think as a kid I depended on her, her being my mom, I don't think I ever thought I had any other options but to live with her. As an adult I kick myself for not doing something to help myself back then. My mother could show affection and say kind words when she wanted to . . . she would abuse me, then the very next day hug me or tell me how I was her baby and she loved me blah, blah. I think it worked like any abusive relationship

Enduring their mother was what bound them together. And while they might have had three different dads, they were always 100 percent sisters. Never half sisters. Their sisterhood was the one thing the Knotek girls could depend upon, and really, the only thing their mother couldn't take away. It was what propelled them to survive.

It seems there are no do-overs for bad mothers.

Marthe had reported back from her girl-girl talk that Elisabeth took quite calmly the immense fact that she was now venturing into the landscape where she could create another human being, a prospect that to Karl seemed more frightening than, say, getting a driver's license. All this he felt as they finished breakfast, hustled into street garb, and turned left onto boulevard Raspail.

My mother learned that she was carrying me at about the same time the Second World War was declared; with the family talent for magic realism, she once told me she had been to the doctor's on the very day.