Quotes About Motherhood

I danced six hours a day. My cross to bear is that my children have no interest in ballet. I think they could smell how much I wanted to put their hair in a bun.

Mothers of all ages delight in their children, but I don't know that, if I were younger, I would feel as acutely, profoundly, preciously grateful for every smile, squeal, and - yes - diaper blowout.

There's a different expectation, not just on mothers but on women. We're expected to do it all, to have it all, and look good through the process and have a smile on our face, and that's not always the case.

I've seen so many women in my family, so many mothers, that have lost children in the war in such absurd ways. I wonder how they do it. How do they keep living? How do they keep smiling?

My earliest memories of my mom were of her multi-tasking - preparing dinner while checking on homework and housework; clearing the dinner plates while setting out bowls for breakfast; making sure we ate our breakfast while lining up bread, lunch meats, apples, and snacks assembly-line style so we could make our lunches.

I always carry snacks in my bag. It's a good habit to have now that I am a mom.

I know that, for me, I need to try to cover myself while breastfeeding so that no one snaps a picture. If this wasn't the case, I probably wouldn't mind as much because my son is my biggest concern. My attitude is, if someone sees a little somethin' somethin', don't look if you don't like it.

I have to be very careful, however, because I have no intention of providing an excuse for this behavior. It's an attempt to explain how so many women come from backgrounds where the pressure to be a good mother is so severe that if they can't do it, something really snaps.

In real life, being a new mom, I would like to be able to sleep. I'd like to snap my fingers and be asleep because I'm a little sleep-deprived, at the moment.

Mother's Day, like motherhood itself, is fraught with peril. There are so many ways to get it wrong, so many opportunities to disappoint and be disappointed.

So many people ask, 'How could you forgive your mother for the way you were raised?' It's really not forgiveness, in my opinion. It's acceptance. She's never going to be the sort of mother who wants to take care of me.

Ahora puedo resumir veinticinco años de investigación de este modo: «Me he dado cuenta de que los seres humanos somos mamíferos. Todos los mamíferos se esconden o se aíslan para dar a luz. Necesitan intimidad. A los humanos les sucede lo mismo. Hay que tener constantemente presente esta necesidad de intimidad».

No olvide lo que le digo, el primer hijo embaraza tanto al padre como a la madre.

There was a woman, for example, who was intelligent and had a very good heart. She had a daughter whom she adored and loved very much.

Tereza's mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything. Her words had the ring of truth, backed as they were by the experience of a woman who had lost everything because of her child. Tereza would listen and believe that being a mother was the highest value in life and that being a mother was a great sacrifice. If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.

Staring at herself for long stretches of time, she was occa­sionally upset at the sight of her mother's features in her face. She would stare all the more doggedly at her image in an attempt to wish them away and keep only what was hers alone. Each time she succeeded was a time of intoxication: her soul would rise to the surface of her body like a crew charging up from the bowels of a ship, spreading out over the deck, waving at the sky and singing in jubilation.

Prošlo je više vremena nego što su slutili. Mama je odložila maršalski štap svog materinstva i otišla u drugi svijet. Drugom prilikom, kada su s njom bili u šetnji, iznenadila ih je oluja. Držali su je pod ruku, svatko s jedne strane i doslovce su je morali nositi da je vjetar ne odnese; Karel je dirnut, osje?ao u rukama njenu neznatnu težinu, razumio je da njegova majka pripada kraljevstvu drugih bi?a: manjih, lakših i otpuhljivijih na vjetru.

If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?

These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?

I couldn't love fashion more, like I don't think it's possible to love fashion more. I will say, since I've had my son ... he has surpassed that love

I'm just delighted that this woman I love can be a mum again.

Being a mother for me was like, "Oh, this is what I've been looking for my whole life." This brings me a sense of completion. I never knew I would love this deeply.

In after-life you may have friends--fond, dear friends; but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you which none but a mother bestows.

I love and adore being a mother. It's the greatest gift I've ever been given.