Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.
Mother is the heartbeat in the home and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
My mother is a walking miracle.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.
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.
The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.