Quotes About Motherhood

I'd be the best mum ever. I would. I've got great training from my mum.

At the end of the day, I'm Violet's mom, and I want the best for her.

I'm probably the least harsh on myself, and I try not to scrutinize everything about my body. As a new mom, it is what it is, and we just have to do our best.

I'm always awoken with the joyous sound and laughter of my son. That's the best part about being a mom.

It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday, for me to just call and say Hey Mama

Generally speaking, historically in this country, the care of a child has been thought of as female business.

I'm looking forward to being a mom and a wife and a business owner.

I did not have a chance to write novels until my youngest child started school fulltime

The Buddhist teachings tell us that over the course of many lifetimes all beings have been our mothers. At one time, all these

What I could offer Lisa was not the conventional haven of maternal love and concern but my mind and my energy. If she had not acquired these genetically then I was quite prepared to show her how to think and act. I was no good at kissing away tears or telling bedtime stories – any mother can do that: my uses were potentially far more significant.

She asks to hold the baby, and enjoys the feel of her solid little body, new-minted, ready to grow and to go. She thinks of her own, which is time visible. She is walking proof that time is real, time exists, she is a demonstration of the power of time. And this is a story that will indeed end. But not for a while, she thinks, not for a while.

Nancy took her tiny little baby and held him down toward Norton. Look Norton, she said, This is a baby. Norton looked up at Charlie, took him in, and sort of nodded as if assimilating the information. There was a very long pause, and then I heard Nancy gulp. You've finally done it, she said to me. What? I wanted to know. Most mothers would have said, 'Look, Charlie, this is a cat.' I started to laugh. Not with Norton, I said.

All artists are mothers. To be an artist is to be a creator, whether of a symphony or a supper or a painting or a person. Motherhood is the primary art, the art of creating (procreating) people.

The head of the Massa," I said, "is my mom.

While finding him sexually arousing, they also wanted to mother him. This would soon become both a worldwide tradition, as well as a repetition of Elvis's early personal experiences.

Suomi had, over three decades and with funding from the NIH, deprived hundreds of infant monkeys of contact with their mothers, isolated them in small metal cages, and deliberately caused them to suffer anxiety, depression, diarrhea, hair loss, and to engage in forms of self-mutilation such as biting themselves and pulling out their own hair—social, emotional, and physical harm that lasted through their lives.

Tony's not very bright, but he has a sort of clumsy tenderness that sometimes prompts him to give his mother a rough hug and plant a sticky kiss on her cheeks. The poor woman is usually too fuddled to start such a procedure herself; but she responds warmly enough, once she realizes what's happening.

I heard a baby cry. And this blood-splattered thing was put in my arms. My child. And, at that moment, it was like a gigantic plug appeared and - POW! - I was plugged into humanity in a way I'd never been before. Never could be. I was part of all mothers and all births from the beginning of time. I was a woman in a mud hut in Africa, in an igloo in the Arctic, a wigwam in America, a cave, a skyscraper, a spaceship. I was part of a flow and that flow was blood -

she was fifty-five and seared with hot flashes, and her daughter's was now the female form exuding the magnetic currents.

Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.

moms aren't the best audience for medication humor.

I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.

Anna wanted her daughter to be precisely as she, Anna, was; saving that, a fine reflection. "Eleanor, I hardly know what's to happen to you," she would say, in legend, if not in fact. "You're so plain that you really have nothing to do except be good.

I had discovered, or rediscoverd, that crying is a pleasure—that it can be a pleasure beyond all reckoning if your head is pressed in your mother's waist and her hands are on your back, and if she happens to be wearing clean clothes.