It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.
The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.
Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.