Life was hard on mothers; but then, they just didn’t understand.
whoever has grown without a mother has missed half of his/her lifetime
Our children want more than presents, that want our PRESENCE.
Still the most magical day of my life was the day I became a mom.
I am, for the most part, who I am because my good mother was who she was.
They lay together like a word and a comma, asleep within an unfinished sentence.
Motherhood is hard enough without judgement from others who don’t know the whole story.