My mother is a walking miracle.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
My mom is definitely my rock.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Motherhood is... difficult and... rewarding.