1,337 Quotes About Motherhood

If the mother is a the heart of the home, why do we apply so much pressure to her? What happens when the heart stops beating?When the heart stops beating, the home dies.

In third grade, Zoe announced that she thought it was "weird" that I didn't have a job like some of her friends' mothers. Little had changed over the years; she seemed unable to comprehend that willfully derailing oneself from a career-oriented track was not synonymous with being incompetent, unconfident, and unfulfilled.

And, they tell us, we at homeLive free from danger, they go out to battle: fools!I’d rather stand three times in the front line than bearOne child.

I never wanted to be a mother,” Rose said wistfully. “I thought that because I had a terrible mother, I would be a terrible mother.”“That’s how I feel,” Olivia said.“Don’t make the same decision I made. I actually think the opposite can be true, meaning that if you had a terrible mother, you are that much more conscious of being a wonderful mother yourself.

My name is not "Those People."I am a loving woman, a mother in pain,Giving birth to the future, where my babiesHave the same chance to thrive as anyone.

He didn't understand the way my projects made me tingle with can-do. He couldn't see that each undertaking I "finished" left me drunk with accomplishment. He'd never be able to appreciate that for a mother, the most elusive, exhilarating buzz was fixing.

Being a parent is not transactional. We do not get what we give. It is the ultimate pay-it-forward: We are good parents, not so they will be loving enough to stay with us, but so they will be strong enough to leave us.

But it was hard not to think of her mother as she moved from the sink to the oven and back again, tasting and chopping and doing her best impersonation of her mother. She felt, not a presence, exactly. Something more earthbound, a better understanding, perhaps, of her mother and the life she lived. The endless small chores, the worries, never enough time, and always the barely movable obstacles of her husband and children.

Men. Why do you fight so hard to carve your names into history? To... leave some mark of yourselves for after you've gone?''Is that the difference between men and women then? Is that why men excel, while women just exist? Why it's the names of men that last for ever in history?''Nothing lasts forever. But the joke's on you. On men. Women are immortal. We leave traces of ourselves in our children, and our children's children; while men are out trying to be the first to climb a mountain.