Quotes About Motherhood

We all have a reason for living I am blessed mine has two eyes a heartbeat and calls me mum.

Mother's ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide.

All I wanted was for my mom to say, 'I love you, and I'm here for you.' I never got that.

Motherhood has taught me that love is the best gift you can ever give to your children.

There is such a thing as crazy-mother bonding. . . . It happens when one realizes the other also has had a crazy mother, and it is both painful and pleasurable. There are more crazy mothers than you might think.

Maybe she was enjoying a moment in her life, a sliver of light, a flash memory of one of her kids, something sweet and approaching reality.

Tal com ho veig jo, el que hem decidit nosaltres, les dones, és que volem tres coses, i que hi tenim dret. Quines?, pregunta la Greta. Volem seguretat per als nostres fills, diu la Mariche. Se li escapa alguna llàgrima i li costa de parlar, però continua. Ens volem mantenir fermes en la nostra fe. Volem poder pensar.

Digo bien si digo que en este momento las mujeres estamos preguntándonos cuál es nuestra prioridad y qué está bien, si proteger a nuestras hijas o entrar en el Reino de los Cielos?

Un fetus pot ajudar a guarir el cor malalt de la seva mare, o qualsevol altre òrgan, el mateix cervell, fent-hi arribar cèl·lules mare.

You are ten weeks inside, the size of a kumquat, a nice dirty-sounding word, your head half the size of your body, your hands covering your heart. Protecting your heart, as though we are able to do that.

I'd made "Fever" Mom's ring tone because the song was about getting the flu from being too close to someone. I thought it was a good choice because she holds me tight and kisses me all the time and she's always blowing her nose on me and it makes me sick and gives me fever—but now I wasn't sure it was the right ring tone after all. I didn't want to have a sexy ring tone for Mom on my cellphone!

Tal y como yo lo veo, lo que hemos decidido las mujeres es que queremos, y creemos merecer, tres cosas. ¿Cuáles?, pregunta Greta. Mariche dice: Queremos que nuestros hijos estén seguros. Ha empezado a llorar en silencio y está costándole hablar, pero continúa. Queremos ser fieles a nuestra fe. Queremos pensar.

Everything in life, except her kids, made her impatient. She had tried to do a million things. She'd wanted to be a documentary filmmaker and then a painter and then a tiny-ceramic-figure maker. None of it panned out. She'd be full of enthusiasm at first, full of big ideas and energy and drive, but it would all gradually evaporate and disappear. She could never maintain the momentum or the concentration or the confidence she needed to get anything done.

The truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads -none of us ever got enough of that. We all yearn in some way to return to those days when we were completely taken care of - unconditional love, unconditional attention. Most of us didn't get enough.

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.

What's time between a mother and her daughter? Never too much, never enough.

What if I lose you? You can't lose your mother, Charley.

But I had never seen her that way. I had never known her as Pauline, the name he parents had given her, or as Posey, the name her friends had given her; only as Mom, the name I had given her. I could only see her carrying dinner to the table with kitchen mitts, or carpooling us to the bowling alley.

You are born into your first one. Your mother plays the lead. She shares the stage with your father and siblings. Or perhaps your father is absent, an empty stool under a spotlight. But he is still a founding member, and if he surfaces one day, you will have to make room for him.

What's time between a mother and her daughter? Never too much, never enough.

My mother had been all over me as a kid—advice, criticism, the whole smothering mothering thing. There were times I wished she would leave me alone. But then she did. She died. No more visits, no more phone calls.

I asked how she would provide for the baby she was carrying, she cried out, Ou met pran li tou, you can have it as well. She was not being heartless. I believe that she loved her children - so much so that she wanted a safer life for them, even if it meant she could no longer see them everyday. It takes a special strength to take care of a child, Chika, and a whole different strength to admit you cannot.

Our relationship could now thrive only in my head, and to discuss it with a mother intent—admittedly in my own best interest—on challenging it with reality might do it irreparable harm.

Too many times I'd left him reaching for me, from a babysitter's arms. Am I still a mother? I asked myself... What parts of the day could I cut out and still give him enough? Paul never asked himself that. He thought he was a great dad.