My parents, especially my mother, were no influence on me whatsoever.
Of all the roles I’ve played, none has been as fulfilling as being a mother.
Take motherhood: nobody ever thought of putting it on a moral pedestal until some brash feminists pointed out, about a century ago, that the pay is lousy and the career ladder nonexistent.
I loved raising my kids. I loved the process, the dirt of it, the tears of it, the frustration of it, Christmas, Easter, birthdays, growth charts, pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.
I wanted to escape so badly. But of course I knew I couldn’t just give up and leave school. It was only when I heard my mom’s voice that I came out of my hiding place.
I am no mother, and I won’t be one.
Mothers and children are human beings, and they will sometimes do the wrong thing.
Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
Mothers don’t let your daughters grow up to be models unless you’re present.
My mother was a personal friend of God’s. They had ongoing conversations.
It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.
I believe that at least 70 percent of parenting goes to the mother. In our house, I’m the one who knows about all the school stuff, helps with the homework, organizes the play dates, and remembers the birthday parties.
I want to be a cool mom.
My mother gets all mad at me if I stay in a hotel. I’m 31-years-old, and I don’t want to sleep on a sleeping bag down in the basement. It’s humiliating.
I sing seriously to my mom on the phone. To put her to sleep, I have to sing ‘Maria’ from West Side Story. When I hear her snoring, I hang up.
My mother thinks I could have even run a larger company.
I owe much to mother. She had an expert’s understanding, but also approached art emotionally.
My mom taught us the Serenity Prayer at a young age.
Mommy smoked but she didn’t want us to. She saw smoke coming out of the barn one time, so we got whipped.
Mothers always find ways to fit in the work – but then when you’re working, you feel that you should be spending time with your children and then when you’re with your children, you’re thinking about working.
I don’t want to let my life as a woman pass me by. There’s a time to work, there’s a time to be young and crazy, and there should be a time to enjoy motherhood. I’m actually looking forward to that.
My mother worked in factories, worked as a domestic, worked in a restaurant, always had a second job.
I was a brownie for a day. My mom made me stop. She didn’t want me to conform.
The Vatican is against surrogate mothers. Good thing they didn’t have that rule when Jesus was born.
My mother told me on several different occasions that she was livin’ her dream vicariously through me. She once said that I was getting’ to do all the things that she would have wanted to have done.
