Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
The fastest way to break the cycle of perfectionism and become a fearless mother is to give up the idea of doing it perfectly – indeed to embrace uncertainty and imperfection.
What motivated me? My mother. My mother was an immigrant woman, a peasant woman, struggled all her life, worked in the garment center.
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.
Giving birth was easier than having a tattoo.
There are only two things a child will share willingly; communicable diseases and its mother’s age.
Completeness? Happiness? These words don’t come close to describing my emotions. There truly is nothing I can say to capture what motherhood means to me, particularly given my medical history.
I can only hope to be 10 percent of the mom mine was to me. She encouraged me to be confident and enjoy life. That’s what I want for my son.
I’m sure that my mom would have been happy with any path I chose.
What do girls do who haven’t any mothers to help them through their troubles?
Tired mothers find that spanking takes less time than reasoning and penetrates sooner to the seat of the memory.
My mom has made it possible for me to be who I am. Our family is everything. Her greatest skill was encouraging me to find my own person and own independence.
Clearly, society has a tremendous stake in insisting on a woman’s natural fitness for the career of mother: the alternatives are all too expensive.
Every man must define his identity against his mother. If he does not, he just falls back into her and is swallowed up.
Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? The mother.
I’m a Mommy’s Girl – the strongest influence in my young life was my mom.
I think while all mothers deal with feelings of guilt, working mothers are plagued by guilt on steroids!
Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.
My mother taught me that we all have the power to achieve our dreams. What I lacked was the courage.
I basically became a cheerleader because I had a very strict mom. That was my way of being a bad girl.
The biggest surprise, which is also the best, is that I didn’t know I would love motherhood as much as I do.
Morality and its victim, the mother – what a terrible picture! Is there indeed anything more terrible, more criminal, than our glorified sacred function of motherhood?
Everyone checks out my mom. My mom’s hot.
My mother gave me a sense of independence, a sense of total confidence that we could do whatever it was we set out to do. That’s how we were raised.
