1,337 Quotes About Motherhood

I had wanted natural deliveries, but my fused hips made it a dangerous consideration. They were no less births, and I did not feel any less of a mother. Only other people make you feel like that.

Carry on, brave mother who tries when she’s tired.Carry on, brave mother who gives unconditionally.carry on, Brave mother who cries because she loves.Carry on, brave mother who hopes without answers.Carry on, Brave mother who loves without expectations.Carry on, Brave mother.Carry on.

The number of people struggling with pregnancy-related stress, pain, and anger at a time that we collectively pretend is the happiest of their lives is staggering.

After all, what kind of woman isn't filled with boundless joy at the thought of a baby that will, by some people's genuine estimation, rationalize her existence?

What my sister needed was not people urging her, as so many did, to get pregnant again as soon as possible, but acknowledgment of her loss and the violence that she experienced in that loss. She needed to know that this was not a failure or that she was a bad mother. She needed to be allowed to be not only sad but also, in her grief, to be angry. But as Gunther explained, 'Society does not like to hear from us castaway mothers.

Her Majesty the Queen teaches me a deep human truth-that motherhood has a pen name: guilt.

Negative Space – I am married. But I don’t have a child clinging to me. Does that make me childfree or childless?The absence of something of such great significance can’t be described by a simple word like vacant. The absence is actually the removal of the object and something else, something intangible, from the observer himself.

Nature of clouds – Sister, Medha and Neeta, dreamer and pragmatist, whose divergent live and conflicting philosophies, were not destined to intersect.Confessions and confidences would do nothing but dissolve her carefully constructed image of perfection.Distance was the key, thought Medha, from a distance everything is still beautiful.

I don't know how to be what she needs me to be, or what anyone needs me to be. I don't know how to become cruciform. But maybe life isn't overwhelming when we simply understand how to give, just in this moment. I don't know - maybe all there is to living, to loving, is to live into the givenness of the moment. She looks like she just needed arms to hold her.