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“Motherhood furnishes us with, not just giving life — but, partaking of life’s learning.”

“Let your children uplift your burdens and allow your role as a mother - to flourish and grow.”

“Let us acknowledge the magnitude of Motherhood, by simply honoring all mothers— past & present.”

“Let the voices of all mothers be heard, as we come to honor the gift of Motherhood.”

“Motherhood unwittingly molds us into all we are now, or are - destined to be.”

“I did it, I got us all out. Without Halle too. Up till then it was the only thing I ever did on my own. Decided. And it came off right, like it was supposed to. We was here. Each and every one of my babies and me too. I birthed them and I got em out and it wasn't no accident. I did that. I had help, of course, lots of that, but still it was me doing it; me saying, *Go on*, and *Now*. Me having to look out. Me using my own head. But it was more than that. It was a kind of selfishness I never knew nothing about before. It felt good. Good and right. I was big, Paul D, and deep and wide and when I stretched out my arms all my children could get in between. I was *that* wide. Look like I loved em more after I got here. Or maybe I couldn't love em proper in Kentucky because they wasn't mine to love. But when I got here, when I jumped down off that wagon-there wasn't nobody in the world I couldn't love if I wanted to. You know what I mean?”

“When my friends began to have babies and I came to comprehend the heroic labor it takes to keep one alive, the constant exhausting tending of a being who can do nothing and demands everything, I realized that my mother had done all of these things for me before I remembered. I was fed; I was washed; I was clothed; I was taught to speak and given a thousand other things, over and over again, hourly, daily, for years. She gave me everything before she gave me nothing.”

“The terrible things that happen to us in life never make any sense when we're in the middle of them, floundering, no end in sight. There is no rope to hang on to, it seems. Mothers can soothe children during those times, through their reassurance. No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you'd had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting; and who encouraged you to grow a good heart. When that layer goes, whatever is left of your childgood goes with her. Memories are very different and cannot soothe you the same way her touch did.”

“Miriam is never very far. She is here, in these walls they've repainted, in the trees they've planted, in the blankets that keep the children warm, in these pillows and books and pencils. She is in the children's laughter. She is in the verses Aziza recites and in the prayers she mutters when she bows westward. But mostly, Miriam is in Laila's own heart, where she shines with the burning radiance of a thousand suns.”

“The state and society generally construe single parenthood as an outcome of the breakdown of the traditional heterosexual family; however, what is overlooked in this construction is that diverse situations exist where women as single mothers are encountering different challenges. Also, what is negated is the fact that in modern society, the family structure is altering. In this fast-changing scenario, single motherhood is taking on multiple forms, whereas the laws and policies have failed to keep pace with the shift in the forms of motherhood.”

“Looking into my daughter’s eyes, I thought of my mother, who had faced these first hours alone after I was born. She had been made no promises, been offered no guarantees that either she or I would even live past that night. If something had been ruptured inside of her, no one would have noticed. If something had been broken inside of newborn me, perhaps no one but my mother would have cared. My daughter’s quiet yet well-monitored first night was perhaps the one my mother had dreamed for me, for herself, a dream of kind words, kisses, flowers.”

“Parents blame children for "bad" behavior but has nothing to do with the child but the actual parents. A child is not born having fits, being difficult and temperamental. They are sensitive energy "picking" beings and are teachers to parents to awaken them from their own shit. Look deeper into them and find yourself. A child is one of the hardest work on parents and the quicker you see the mirror the better interaction with yourself. The more real you get with your own reflection, the more you see your inner shit and flaws.”

“مادرم داشت چیزی می بافت، از بالای میل ها به تصویر نگاه می کرد.- خانم ها چه گل های قشنگی دارند. خانم دو گل و خانم کندی در تالار پذیرایی فرودگاه اورلی نشسته بودند و هر یک دسته گلی به دست داشتند. پدر پوزخند زنان گفت: - این هم از مادرت. کندی تو فرانسه است و تنها چیزی که مادرت می بیند، دسته گل زنش است! مادر افزود: - کلاه قشنگی هم دارد مادر، در طول این سال ها، می دانست که چه وقت اجازه ی لبخند زدن دارد. آن شب، شب آرامی بود. می توانست لبخند بزند. کندی به میکروفون نزدیک شد. دوگل نگاهش می کرد. رییس جمهور آمریکا گفت:- هر انسانی دو وطن دارد فرانسه و وطن خودش. پدر زد به خنده - عجب خنگی است این تد! او اولین عبارت کلیشه ای را به پدر تعمیدی ام گفته بود تا به گوش رییس جمهور کشورش برساند، نه اینکه رییس جمهور آن را در تلیویزیون بیان کند. وقتی که از پدرم پرسیدم چرا تد هرگز نیامده است که مرا ببیند، شانه بالا انداخت. - می گوید باید شایستگی اش را داشته باشی. پیش از آنکه بخوابم، در نور چراغ قوه ی جیبی ام، چند دسته گل برای مادر کشیدم. و همچنین چند کلاه.”

“In the dawn of my youth, my mother's gentle wake-up calls were met with defiant protests, a rebellion against the inevitable start of the day. As the sands of time shifted, age settled in, and my mother, understanding the fatigue that accompanies the passing years, graciously allows me the luxury of uninterrupted sleep. Yet, in the quiet moments, an unspoken ache lingers—a subtle yearning for the attention that once sparked resistance, now sought in the soft touch of a mother's waking whispers.”

“Daughter, daughter, shining bright Precious jewel within mine sight Oh, if I could soar with thee As you seek your destiny. To see with you the caves and skies Vistas grand beneath your eyes Taking wing to horizons new Let us wonder who waits for you. A dragon bright? A dragon dark? Victor of duels with battle mark? A dragon strong? A dragon keen? Singer of honors and triumphs seen? Red, Gold, Bronze, and Blue To your lord you shall be true, Copper, Silver, Black, and White, Who will win your mating flight? For in your hearts our future rests To see our line with hatchlings blessed And for those who threaten clutch of flame, To feel the wrath of dragon-dame.”

“If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in losing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to ‘glorify God and enjoy Him forever’. A comfort to the God-aimed, eternal spirit within her. But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bath him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild.”

“My mom came up with all kinds of reasons why she didn't want to get off drugs, but I think one of the most poignant ones was her feeling of shame about becoming an addict with two young children. Her parenting standards were so high that I don't think she could ever truly get sober knowing what she had put my sisters through. The one thing that she had always prided herself on was that she was a great mother. She said, "My music wasn't that successful. I didn't finish high school. I'm not beautiful. I'm not good enough - but I'm a great mother." When she started to feel like she wasn't even that, she couldn't handle it....”