A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love.
It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
Mothers are like glue. Even when you can’t see them, they’re still holding the family together.
There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.
My mother is a walking miracle.
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 one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.