Quotes about Motherhood

I wrote about the rush of love, the changing of a woman into a mother—a process that happened without conscious thought, as if the heart knew what the mind and body took time to learn. Love is the one thing that matters. That makes everything else matter. That makes everything worthwhile.

There's something magical about that time when your babies are small, when you're the center of their world, the person they love the most.

Maybe not everyone got the mom who baked cupcakes and showed up at all the school parties. There weren't enough of those to go around, so maybe God used other people, like Mrs. Lora and J. Norm, to make sure you learned how to shell a purple hull pea or find Saturn in the night sky.

This wasn't the sixth month of the year; it was 'six months after Elizabeth knew she was to become a mother'. Imagine the Lord using an expectant mother's growing waistline to measure time! Never doubt for a moment that women matter to the Almighty.

So, a word to all you Femin-Idi-Amins: Stop "liberating" moms by trying tomake them join the workforce. They're already doing the job that God putthem here to do: Everything.

God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.

Being a mother is the hardest job on earth.

Our daughters aren't the same people we are, nor are they extensions of ourselves. They are unique individuals in God's eyes, responsible to Him for the choices they make, not to their mothers.

Today Rosa's little one will take his first step in outgrowing his mother. Children are their own persons; they are not part of us.

Some moms are equipped by the hand of God to be "that mom." They have been formed with the three-C gene — Cooking, Crafting, and Cleaning come easily and naturally to them. Others of us have been delightfully chosen to provide the comic relief necessary to keep this world entertained. And to keep future therapists in business.

You are exactly the mom God knew your children needed.

The world is full of women blindsided by the unceasing demands of motherhood, still flabbergasted by how a job can be terrific and torturous. ANNA QUINDLEN