The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.
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.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.
To the world, you are a mother, but to your family, you are the world.