It’s just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man – the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated off-spring – you see before...

What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit’s cry may be wilderBut it has no soul.

Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep for ever just as the way they were, demons of wickedness, angels of...

Being a mother must be the saddest yet the most hopeful thing in the world, falling into a love that, once started, would never end.

I think it’s worth trying to be a mother who delights in who her children are, in their knock-knock jokes and earnest questions. A mother who spends less time obsessing about what will happen, or...

…I discovered I’m having a girl. And I hae spent a good portion of the last few weeks thinking about the kind f woman I’d like to see her become and the lessons I’d like...

A praying mother symbolizes grace, strength and wisdom; she is an icon of productivity and ingenuity.

When kids made a decision for themselves they have a vested interest in showing they were right. Lee wanted to prove to me that he had made the right choice so he worked hard and...

Only a woman can carry in her body an eternal being which bears the very image of God. Only she is the recipient of the miracle of life. Only a woman can conceive and nurture...

I’ll remind you of that someday , Maura says. “when you’re married to a man who once looked into your eyes and promised to forsake all others. I’ll remind of that after you’ve just had...

scary mommy confession #80920″ I invited you into my home as a guest. And you brought my two year old permanent markers and play-doh. next time I visit you, I’m bringing your teenage daughter condoms...

I watched her with the crab as she ignored all my admonitions that the poor crab just needed to be set free if he was to have any chance of surviving. And God showed up...

Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.

Long ago you were a dream in your mother’s sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth.

I tried to do it all myself: be mommy and camp counselor and art teacher and prereading specialist (and somehow, in my off-hours, to do my own work). I tried my absolute best. And like...

The life of a mother is the life of a child: you are two blossoms on a single branch.

Maybe she’d always wished to be beautiful and didn’t quite dare to, because she could tell that people didn’t say she was and more attention was given to other women, but she still had a...

As a mother you have thoughts. You get interrupted. You forget.You are distracted. Your thoughts and ideas become fragmented,diluted, or simply evaporate. You must have faith that you willagain have a thought. Creativity is the...

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.

Thus far the mighty mystery of motherhood is this: How is it that doing it all feels like nothing is ever getting done.

And when she [her daughter] one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her...

It’s a good thing babies don’t give you a lot of time to think. You fall in love with them and when you realize how much they love you back, life is very simple.

This human need for mysticism – surrender to an unknown truth, union – stands at the helm of all romantic feeling. It is, in essence, the same intimacy known in a mother’s arms; in those...

Mother, you can still hold hold on but forgive, forgive and give for long as long as we both shall live, I forgive you, Mother.

It’s sad if people think that’s (homemaking) a dull existance, [but] you can’t just buy an apartment and furnish it and walk away. It’s the flowers you choose, the music you play, the smile you...

It is difficult to exaggerate the adverse influence of the precepts and practices of religion upon the status and happiness of woman. Owing to the fact that upon women devolves the burden of motherhood, with...

Let us acknowledge the magnitude of Motherhood, by simply honoring all mothers— past & present.

Through the grace shown to us in the gospel, there is something distinctly Christlike about a mother’s love for her child.

It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.

at least they wouldn’t be our same old problems… ” (22)

First rule of motherhood, dearie: men are screw-ups. Learn it now and you’ll be a whole lot happier.

When you’re pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again, yet after having given birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to...

You know you’re a mom when you open the door to the dishwasher mid-cycle and think, ‘This is the closest I’m going to get to a spa treatment till next Mother’s Day.'””Joining the words ‘Lose...

Please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not saying motherhood lacks meaning. There’s great dignity in the smallness of motherhood; we’re essential in our contingency. And though we may not follow the Western model of the epic...

MOMB – noun – One who can deal with all of the INSANITY of being a MOM… Because she’s the BOMB!

Time plays tricks on mothers. It teases you with breaks and brief caesuras, only to skip wildly forward, bringing breathtaking changes to your baby’s body. Only he wasn’t a baby anymore, and how often did...

[F]eminism wasn’t supposed to make us feel guilty, or prod us into constant competition over who is raising children better, organizing more cooperative marriages, or getting less sleep. It was supposed to make us free...

She was perfect. I knew this the moment she emerged from my body, white and wet and wailing. Beyond the requisite ten fingers and ten toes, the beating heart, the lungs inhaling and exhaling oxygen,...

Whatever life brings, we’ll share,” she says, and “I can do no more than the best I can.

In the book Soldiers on the Home Front, I was greatly struck by the fact that in childbirth alone, women commonly suffer more pain, illness and misery than any war hero ever does. An what’s...

On a good day, my style is librarian chic. On a bad day, it’s frumpy mother.

noble” – be willing to someday join a larger conversation about how we might work together as a society to construct a world where healthy children can be raised and healthy families can prosper without...

Young women are closer to the time when they were manipulative and childish and they don’t let their babies manipulate them as much as older mothers do. These are only my conclusions from watching children...

Imagine that the world had created a new ‘dream product’ to feed and immunize everyone born on earth. Imagine also that it was available everywhere, required no storage or delivery, and helped mothers plan their...

Through the round of many births I roamed without reward, without rest, seeking the house-builder. Painful is birth again & again.House-builder, you’re seen!You will not build a house again.All your rafters broken,the ridge pole destroyed,gone...

The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days of my childhood. They are not profound, but they have stayed with me...

Man of an hard heart! Hear me, Proud, Stern, and Cruel! You could have saved me; you could have restored me to happiness and virtue, but would not! You are the destroyer of my Soul;...

When you’re a passenger on an airplane, you are told that in the event of a change in cabin pressure, you should put your mask on first and then assist your children. You can’t help...

Two Songs For The World’s End I Bombs ripen on the leafless tree under which the children play. And there my darling all alone dances in the spying day. I gave her nerves to feel...

Women are like trees, growing slowly over time. So many rings creating layers of maturity as their branches spread and reach out to the sky. Motherhood prunes those branches. Sometimes it prunes them back hard...