Quotes About Motherhood

When you're a mom, you learn about fear. You're always afraid. Always. About everything from cupboard doors to kidnappers to weather.

In his face, I see the whole of my life. I see a baby who came to me long after I'd given up Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and a hint of the beauty I once had. I see Ã¢â'¬Â¦ my life in his eyes.

There was something she hadn't known when she went into marriage and became a mother that she knew now: it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

She'd been criticized for holding the reins of parenthood too tightly, of controlling her children too completely, but she didn't know how to let go. From the moment she'd first decided to become a mother, it had been an epic battle.

The only real thing in this icy blue-and-black world is my daughter's hand in mine.

he hopes to be caught, sucked in, enveloped, and devoured. He seeks, as it were, the protecting, nourishing, charmed circle of the mother, the condition of the infant released from every care…No wonder the real world vanishes from sight!

Oh mother. I didn't know that when you died, I'd never be me anymore.

Se estudiaban para la nota, No eran optativas. Aprobado en hija de familia. Aprobado en noviazgo. Aprobado en economía doméstica. Aprobado en trato conyugal y en deberes para con la parentela política. Aprobado en partos, Aprobado en suavizar asperezas, en buscar un sitio para cada cosa y en poner al mal tiempo buena cara. Aprobado en maternidad activa, , aunque esta asignatura por ser la más difícil, está sometida a continua revisión.

I have to be a teacher to my daughters.

Giving birth is like taking your lower lip and forcing it over your head.

I'm my mother's first child, born when she was almost fourteen years old. "Think of it," I said to Laura when I turned twelve. "I'm almost Mother Sarah's age when she was married." Laura looked at me, her squinty eyes even more narrowed. "You could have your own old man as a husband," she said. "Shut up," I had said. And she had laughed.

A woman's life isn't worth a plateful of cabbage if she hasn't felt life stir under her heart. Taking a little one to nurse, watching him grow to manhood, that's what love is.

Como é bom ter terras para plantar! Eu já estava compreendendo o valor da terra que sabe recompensar o esforço do homem. E o ventre da terra é fecundo. A terra é feminina, é a mãe da humanidade.

She says nothing. You say nothing. You know you made a mistake and you are better than this, smarter than this, and I now that being a mother is the hardest job in the world--RIP Love quit too--but the Meerkat didn't need that right now and you're about to apologize--I see it in your eyes--but she throws a book at you.

Today women live long into their children's adult lives . . . too little is made of the pleasure we women feel in conversing with our grown children, and in allowing ourselves, from time to time, to think of them as friends. I have been fortunate in having children with whom conversation is possible; the sheerest pleasure here, for me, has been in meeting with them each alone . . . [p. 185]

Giving birth was the most amazing thing I've ever done. I'd been living in a Third World country, and I said, 'I'm going to just squat behind a tree.' I basically did that but in a chair in my living room. I didn't want a sterile hospital room. I didn't want doctors. I had a midwife.

standing there beside this king, Han Solo and all the other characters he would eventually play seeded in him now. And then there was me, pregnant with all those people I would play: a vengeful hairdresser, a hostile mother-in-law, a flute-playing adulteress, a psychologist, a drug-addicted writer, a boyfriend-poaching actress, a boy-hungry casting director, myself, an unfaithful wife, an angry boss, myself, myself, myself, myself, and a couple of nuns.

Eventually I want to be a full-time mother who works occasionally - and being an actor you have that freedom.

After the war there will be many thousands of women who will need to live as Our Lady did after the crucifixion. A generation of mothers will need to know, with the heart, that "there is only one boy, Jesus Christ." The world's future will depend upon this, upon everyone's realising that the survival of all that is worth the cost of a man's blood depends upon how we foster the Christ-life in the souls of the children, and not only in the children, but in all the reborn of any age.

It is moving to think of her once more baking the kind of cakes she knew boys like; once more patching and darning, and sewing buckles on sandals; once more talking of the things that interested the boy and being a companion to his thought. And how fitting it was that the companion of John's thought should be Our Lady. For John's was the mind of crystal in which all the fires of love reflected, and Mary's was the mind of the girl who sang the Magnificat.

From the hour when Gabriel saluted her, the little girl in Nazareth, she had had to seek for Him through faith: to believe that he was in her; to believe that this little child whom she rocked to sleep was God; that it was God whom she taught to walk, to speak, to hold a spoon.

The voice from the Cross speaks in the desert, in the hospital, from the open seas, from every place where young men are giving their lives. Mary hears the voice of her son in all these voices, and they echo her fiat.

Mothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm....