Quotes About Motherhood

My mother laughed and told me she was only doing what mothers have always done for their sons. Then she told me that it was my job to prove that she hadn't been lying, because that's what sons were supposed to do for their mothers.

When it came down to it, he just wasn't that engaged. You had to be engaged to be a vegetarian; you had to be engaged to sing Both Sides Now with your eyes closed; when it came down to it, you had to be engaged to be a mother.

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

The Invisible mom: "As mothers, we are BUILDING great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will MARVEL, not only at what we have built, but at the BEAUTY that has been added to the world by the SACRIFICES of invisible women.

Motherhood makes multiple personalities look normal and necessary.

Mom? I said. She turned. Can I talk to you about something? Of course, darling. Come here. I took a few steps into the room. There was so much I wanted to say. I need you to be -- I said, and then I started to cry. Be what? she said, opening her arms. Not sad, I said.

Only later did I come to understand that to be a mother is to be an illusion. No matter how vigilant, in the end a mother can't protect her child - not from pain, or horror, or the nightmare of violence, from sealed trains moving rapidly in the wrong direction, the depravity of strangers, trapdoors, abysses, fires, cars in the rain, from chance.

The air felt different in my lungs. The world no longer looked the same. You change and then you change again. You become a dog, a bird, a plant that always leans to the left. Only now that my son was gone did I realize how much I'd been living for him. When I woke up in the morning it was because he existed, and when I ordered food in the night it was because he existed, and when I wrote my book it was because he existed to read it.

I knew how to raise my own child, what did he think it was, a game of Scrabble or Monopoly, there are no rules, was she so blind that she couldn't see that all that mental midget had done was turn her into a nervous wreck, full of doubt about something that had come naturally to her from the beginning, something any idiot could see, which was that she was a wonderful mother, full of love and patience?

I've been crying for eight hours now, and he hasn't even noticed. I know, said Julie. When Alexandra was two I cried for eight months and she never noticed.

Did he mean me or Jenny Mullendore was a slut? Joanne wondered. Because honestly, I don't see how she has the time for slut activities with those two preschoolers of hers. Me, I've got lots of time.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Harper, I didn't just pee on the floor. My water broke.' 'What water?' He blinked, then went pale as a corpse. ' That water. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit. Sit. Sit, or... I'll get-' An ambulance. The marines. 'My mother.

Mothers do, every day. It's funny, Bo, how a woman can bring two children into the world, raise them up the same way—the same rules and values, indulgences and disciplines. And still two separate people come out of it all.

There's just no love like the love of a mother for a child, no matter how that child comes into their life, and no loss or grief to match it.

Good night, Keeley. Good night, Brian. Thanks for the ride. Adelia waited until the men were out, then turned to her daughter. Keeley, I never would've thought it of you. You're tormenting the poor man. There's nothing poor about that man. Delighted with herself, Keeley broke off a piece of bread and crunched down on it. And tormenting him is so rewarding. Well,there's not a woman with blood in her could argue with that. Mind you don't hurt him, darling.

E vorba despre c?l?toria pe care o parcurge ÅŸi despre acceptarea ei. E viaÅ£a ÅŸi lumina din tine. Åži iubirea. Ochii Rosei se umezir?, iar ea îÅŸi trecu mâinile peste burtic?.

No matter how bad things are, and sometimes they were bad in our house, you want your mother to be there, to love you. And when she doesn't, you feel . . . less.

She's a generous mother who offers all we need, and she's a child who needs our tending and care.

which Gwen raised her children

There's just no love like the love of a mother for a child, no matter how that child comes into their life, and no loss or grief to match it.

Sweet dreams only," she murmured, touching the charm she'd hung over the beds of her babies. "Safe and sound

Ale nie myli? si? co do kilku rzeczy. Jestem s?aba i g?upia. Jestem bezu?yteczna. Nie chroni?am dzieci, gdy mia?am taka okazj?.

No one could truly understand the measure of joy a mother received from giving birth to a child. No one could truly understand the devastation a mother experienced upon losing one.

They lied to her Roz, I guess he paid them, too. They lied, but she knew. She heard the baby cry, and she KNEW. It drove her crazy.