There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.
When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.
Mother is the heartbeat in the home and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.
All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
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.
A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’