When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.
We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.
A mother is clothed with strength and dignity, laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks her words are wise and she gives instructions with kindness.
Mother is the heartbeat in the home and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.