A mother is a child's first looking glass into the world.

I stumble and fall.I weep and struggle to rise.My mom feels it all.

Sunsets are mother nature’s finest artwork; pride is nobody’s friend; readers make the most perceptive, compassionate listeners; silence is sweet; hugs and dark chocolate are emotional medicine; pineapple certainly does belong on anything ham belongs on; and motherhood will always be the most rewarding labor in existence.

My mother does not own my hands, though she works hard to train them. My mother does not own my eyes, though she frequently directs their focus. My mother does not own my mind, though she yields great influence upon it. My heart, however, she owns completely, for it was hers the day I was born.

MothersOfferTheirHearts as anEternalRestingSpot

You breathe.You feel.You seeand hearand smelland tasteand thinkand moveand laughand weepand healand danceand singand love.Thank your mother.

MOM—Mistress Of Miracles

I am, for the most part, who I am because my good mother was who she was.

Mothers give us life, love, and the heartfelt inclination to cry 'I want my mommy' no matter how old we get.