If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?
We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.
To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.
In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’
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.
A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.
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.