Mother doesn't cook, Ignatius said dogmatically, She burns.
Are you scared of going in to see the raghnaid [the council]? asked a gray female pup. Are you cag mag [crazy]? If a bear was his Milk Giver, you think he’s scared of the raghnaid?
(n.) The state of being a mother; the character or office of a mother.
MOMB - noun - One who can deal with all of the INSANITY of being a MOM... Because she's the BOMB!
...moms, even good ones, sometimes lose it a little so as not to lose it all.
There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.
No woman can call herself free until she can choose consciously whether she will or will not be a mother.
She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~
Raising human offspring is an endeavor nothing less than a continued labor of patience, hard work, organization and ongoing adaptation. All of which is unlike that expected of any other living creatur...
It takes a great woman to respect the little man in her child, and the little child in her man.
It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you.
If I had written the greatest book, composed the greatest symphony, painted the most beautiful painting or carved the most exquisite figure I could not have felt the more exalted creator than I did wh...
These girls probably use double negatives and watch "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila" with their babies instead of reading Eric Carle.
Women do desperately need models for power other than the maternal.
When the last woman dies, the last man dies!
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.
I think she was too tired to play anymore, she was in a hurry to get to Heaven so she didn't wait, why didn't she wait for me?
Motherhood is the only thing in my life that I've really known for sure is something I wanted to do.
I've always looked at America like a foster mother doing it only for the check. At any minute, I just knew she'd be ready to give up on me.
my mother, poor fish,wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times aweek, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!why don't you ever smile?"and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was thesadde...