1,337 Quotes About Motherhood

Later, when the world had really gone to shit, the wives would learn that the things they carried was not only a groundbreaking short-story collection about the Vietnam War by Tim O'Brien, but also something much smaller, but equally political. The wives learned that they'd been carrying "the mental load," and it wasn't just the things, but it was all of the ideas and the feelings and worries and plans of the households they had somehow become the bosses of.

I’m fine but, wow, thanks for asking! Very few people ask how Mom is doing; we usually get asked how baby is doing, and that’s that.”My simple “How are YOU?” was met with a complicated response when I asked my niece Anne what her life was like now that she had become a mom. This surprised me not at all.

But, that's the way dragons work. They convince you that nobody wants to hear your busted-up sob story and that it's best to just shut your mouth, put your big girl pants on, and solve your damn problems yourself.

I’ve earned my own money since I was seventeen years old, motherhood is a huge shift in freedom and status. No one ever says, You’re good at this, well done. No one pays you. If you fuck up and drop the baby, then you’ll get some attention, but if you keep your head down and do a ‘good enough’ job, you’re ignored.

I wish to be conceived and born again as a man from the sublime womb of a woman, she who gave birth to humanity, and be an offering and fruition of love to another woman, she who benevolently nurtures what it means to love, to be loved, and to be human. (Danny Castillones Sillada, The Indefinable Woman: A Linguistic Thesis)

For years now, she had woken up like a runner leaping from the starting blocks - her body yanked into consciousness by a baby's wail, the sound of the puppy vomiting, the growl of the trash truck two doors away, their own trash cans still waiting to be put out on the curb. Sleep tossed over her shoulder as she sprinted down the hall, leaving dreams in a scattered trail behind her. (p125)

Who wanted to be a mother, anyway? Mom called to mind a relationship with someone, not an individual...There was no mother I wanted to be. I wanted to be myself, but better...To me, this was what a mother was: someone who was one step ahead of everyone, who had her finger on the pulse of the household, who came in with groceries just when you wondered where she was. This was exactly what I wasn't.

It is evident that while she was a devoted mother, she was always conducting her responsibilities as a mother with a sense of higher consciousness. It is almost like she is weaving the threads of her existence and those closest to her into the Web of Consciousness by her actions.

Mother left us alone to enjoy our own company while she enjoyed hers and reclaimed precious time for herself. When she wasn't living her solitude, she was contemplating it.