Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
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.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.