Quotes About Motherhood

I had a baby with no pain medicine, mainly because most people I talked to didn't think I'd be able to do it. So there!

What makes me laugh is hearing the stuff about my son or the stuff about my mom. I was a big fan of Bill Cosby, Eddie Murphy; they talked a lot about their moms and their kids. Those are the things that inspired me to do stand-up.

Mom was very protective of me. Her hands were gentle, and her touch was soothing. She always talked quite a bit, but she was bright and affectionate.

In many respects Angie saved Zahara's life and there are so many more children whose lives she could save and she talks about that constantly.

My mom and I aren't the same size. She's a bit taller. And we're not the same shoe size either, which is heartbreaking.

I have no regrets. I had an amazing surrogate who carried my son for me. I am so grateful to her. I can even say I am grateful for having cancer. I was always meant to be a mom, but if I didn't have cancer, I never would have had Zev. I would have had a kid, but not Zev, and I want Zev - tantrums and all.

It would have surprised Mrs. Thornton very much to have been told that hitherto she had meant practically nothing to her children. She took a keen interest in Psychology (the Art Babblative, Southey calls it). She was full of theories about their upbringing which she had not time to put into effect; but nevertheless she thought she had a deep understanding of their temperaments and was the center of their passionate devotion.

Postpartum depression is a very real and very serious problem for many mothers. It can happen to a first time mom or a veteran mother. It can occur a few days... or a few months after childbirth.

You're lucky your mother died,' she said. I didn't like that. 'I'm lucky my mother died?' Between sobs she said, 'Your mother would have stayed if she could. My mother chose to leave me. She's still out there somewhere. I wish she had died instead.' I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. 'I'll never leave you.' She laid her head on my shoulder. 'I know.

Washing the men's clothes, caring for their rooms, serving them at table, listening to their orations, but themselves remaining respectfully silent in public assemblages, the Oberlin "coeds" were being prepared for intelligent motherhood and a properly subservient wifehood. (Flexner 1959:30)

I had discovered, or rediscovered, 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.

Well, your mother has her own way of dealing with information.

Sydney had to call Jackie back, and since my hands were full, she handed Declan off to Rose. "Just rock him," I said, seeing her panic. Rose blanched but complied, earning laughter in return from Dimitri. "Rose Hathaway, notorious rebel, showing her maternal side." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Enjoy it while you can, comrade. This is as close as you'll ever get to it.

I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero." "Nonsense," he said, tossing his long auburn hair over one shoulder. Life would be easier if he wasn't so damned good-looking. "Why, my mother drank wine every day, and I turned out just fine." "I think you're proving my point for me," I said dryly

Why not wear a scar of Motherhood? Better than a tattoo or a mark of Honor. Let the world know what you've achieved.

Carrie, sitting there over your coffee cup in a wasteland of worn-out silver wedding rings, feeding yourself confections of motherhood like the display cakes in the bakery where you worked- all trimming over cardboard.

Despite having two young children to mother, [Sylvia Plath] seemed inept at the basics of life, always needing help.

Recalling his mother's endless drudgery, (Senator) Richard (Russell) Jr. was to say that he was ten years old before he saw his mother asleep; previously, he had "thought that mothers never had to sleep.

Nursing does not diminish the beauty of a woman's breasts; it enhances their charm by making them look lived in and happy.

Nobody paid attention; they walked around or stepped over – except one woman carrying a baby, who stopped, kicked him carefully in face, then went down ramp.

I don't know when I became aware that the Mother Thing was not, or wasn't quite, a female. But it didn't matter; being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.

She was afrad of him, now. Yes, she must be. Because not once, all through this, had she called him son.

Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.

Yet, at the café tables in the morning, young mothers with designer sunglasses rock their babies in strollers with one hand and and sip morning coffee with the other. Normality is the most beautiful of all things, especially considering such a past.