Mothers are the ultimate executives. Instead of raising profits they are raising humanity.

She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~

…there is the sheer emotional, intellectual, physical, chemical pleasure of your children. The honest truth is that the world holds no greater gratification than lying in bed with your children, putting your leg on top...

being a good mother does not mean being perfect every single moment. we screw up. we get mad, we drink too much, eat too much, yell too much. a good mother learns from her mistakes...

A loving mother makes sacrifices for peace and laughter to reign in her home and family.

I was in charge. Of it all. All the time. For ever.

Look Beyond Motherhood and Parenting; Focus on the uniqueness of every Child.

I never found myself alone, because of my mother.

Families that feel together, heal together.

I was suppose to write a book about being a mom, to organize my thoughts into chapters and figure out a structure to hang them on, to make a lasting point, but somehow I decided...

Your power as a woman, as a mother, is your medicine, and it saved you. Take your courage in that.

She knew better than to waste that time. There isn’t always someone who wants you singing to him or nibbling his ear or brushing his cheek with a dandelion blossom. Somebody who knows when you’re...

What kind of choice is it, really, when motherhood forces you into a delicate balancing act — not just between work and family, as the equation is typically phrased, but between your premotherhood and postmotherhood...

It’s the curse of motherhood. You’re required to love us even when we vex you.

There’s in a miss and in a Mrs.A difference that no one ought to missFor their bodies and hearts are scripts apartTheir journeys and worries are each a loneI’ll speak for the Mrs. since me...

Mothers give us life, love, and the heartfelt inclination to cry, ‘I want my mommy,’ no matter how old we get.

So I guess you were hopelessly romantic and easily distracted, a B-plus mother, certainly good enough to get into Matriarchal State University but not quite good enough for St. Mary’s College of the Blessed Womb...

In much the same way, motherhood has become the essential female experience, valued above all others: giving life is where it’s at. “Pro-maternity” propaganda has rarely been so extreme. They must be joking, the modern...

If you have three or four –or more – chickabiddies, you’re dancing on a hot griddle all the time. You don’t have time to think about anything else. And if you’ve only got one or...

Why had no one told me that my body would become a battlefield, a sacrifice, a test? Why did I not know that birth is the pinnacle where women discover the courage to become mothers?...

One thing is certain: When the time has come, nothing which is man made will subsist. One day, all human accomplishments will be reduced to a pile of ashes. But every single child to whom...

And now the bad Mommy was here – outside his window. With a little whimper, he ran back to the bed, jumped in, and pulled the covers over his head.Good Mommy was gone now…and bad...

Breastfeeding is a beautiful thing, one of the most beautiful things that exist in nature. Think about how a woman can literally feed her baby with her body! In my eyes, this is a certain...

Reflection can be painful, but reflection can also be productive.

Motherhood furnishes us with, not just giving life — but, partaking of life’s learning.

I know less than you thought, but more than you realize.

snips and snails and puppydog tails.

Had I catalogued the downsides of parenthood, “son might turn out to be a killer” would never have turned up on the list. Rather, it might have looked something like this:1. Hassle.2. Less time just...

There are things that mothers can manage best when they do their duty.

(24/7) once you sign on to be a mother, that’s the only shift they offer.

The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children.

Mama said it’s probably because of Suzanne, and that you are never the same after a child dies. That made me wonder what she was like before Clover died, because I don’t think I really...

It’s tough being AWESOME all the time, but the kids need someone to look up to!

What is success, after all, but doing what you really want to do?

Aku ibunya, ya dari sekian anak. Jadi kan tahu, yang satu butuh apa, yang lain memerlukan apa lain lagi. Adil kan tidak berarti sama rata sama rasa. (Yuniati, p.115)

Every woman is a gift when she becomes a daughter, Every woman is beautiful when she becomes a lover, Every woman is special when she becomes a wife, Every woman is a god when she...

…after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us. That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing...

I didn’t say any of this to my sister. How I saw her being broken into mediocrity and motherhood; her body broken and then her mind – or did her mind go first, it’s sort...

Although I wasn’t there to bear witness, I imagine Lot’s wife scanned the masses for her children. Perhaps she sought out the curves of their mouths and the shapes of their faces, trying to memorize...

I remember the shift that occurred after Abby was born – there’d been the great big before, where dying grandparents and natural disasters on the news were sad but mostly distant concerns. But then I...

Women are responsible for the people in the family having pants.

She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wildrose beauty, and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been...

Maybe what my sister wanted was to stay here and get married and have a family.Maybe that was her color of extraordinary.

Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.

I snap and storm around and then spend long nights thinking of the most damaged adults I know and wondering if my particular brand of maternal fuckups are how they ended up like that.

I wrote about the rush of love, the changing of a woman into a mother—a process that happened without conscious thought, as if the heart knew what the mind and body took time to learn....

I cannot admit this out loud. In the first place, we are expected to be supermoms these days, instead of admitting that we have flaws. It is tempting to believe that all mothers wake up...

A mother, a real mother with a little child, thinks day and night about the welfare of the little one in her arms. A mother knows what dangers the child will have to encounter as...

I think being a mother is the cruelest thing in the world.

A mother knows what her child’s gone through, even if she didn’t see it herself.