1,337 Quotes About Motherhood

This body. This body Dan wanted to possess, and together they made a baby, asleep right now in the very next room. She tells herself that he's alive, that he's well, though some instinct in her tells her, every so often, that the baby is dead, that she needs to rush to his side. Either this will pass, or it never will. This is motherhood.

Motherhood is a vocation like any other. It should be freely chosen, not imposed upon woman.

It's true what they say, that a baby gives you a reason to live. But also, a baby is a reason that it is not permissible to die. There are days when this does not feel good.

If I had told him the truth long ago, or had danced and drunk and sung more, maybe he would have seen me instead of a dependable, ordinary mother. He loves a version of me that is incomplete. I always thought it was what I wanted; to be loved and admired. Now i think perhaps I'd like to be known.

I don't ever want to make the mistake of needing him as much as or more than he needs me. But there's no denying that sometimes, when we sleep together in the dark cavern of the bottom bunk, his big brother thrashing around on top, the white noise machine grinding out its fake rain, the green digital clock announcing every hour, Iggy's small body holds mine.

Being a mother brings us face-to-face with ourselves as children, with our mothers as human beings, with our darkest fears of who we really are.

Tôi thấy mình nghèo quá, mình chỉ có tình thương. Tôi chỉ có thể hứa những lời hứa nghèo, chừng nào hái bí mẹ mua cho con bộ đồ mới, chừng nào con lớn mẹ sẽ cho đi chơi thành phố, chừng nào kiếm nhiều tiền mẹ mua chiếc xe đạp cho con chạy lòng vòng cồn chơi. Hoặc lời hứa mịt mù kiểu như “nghe lời mẹ rồi mẹ thương…”.

Did my mother hum to me when I was little? Did she touch me, hold me, fill me with her noise and her thoughts? This loneliness I feel is of the womb, born by women. I was sixteen when they all died and I thought I understood this loss, but it comes to me that I didn't know what women gave to the world. It wasn't about their lips, their eyes or the gentle quality of their voices. It was about the way that all men are a part of them. And now we are part of nothing.

My mother is a living angel; she is always protecting me with the wings of her love.