Most popular motherhood quotes
Every mother is a working mother.
It's like being grounded for 18 years.
Mothers are the most instinctive philosophers.
Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.
Feeling inadequate is an occupational hazard of motherhood.
You never get over being a child, long as you have a mother to go to.
Guilt management can be just as important as time management for mothers.
Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.
Motherhood has a very humanizing effect. Everything gets reduced to essentials.
Unlike a disappointing marriage, disappointing motherhood cannot be terminated by divorce.
Instant availability without continuous presence is probably the best role a mother can play.
Motherhood is like Albania—you can't trust the descriptions in the books, you have to go there.
In the land of Cheerios, dirty diapers, fleeting naps and interrupted sleep, other mothers are a lifeline.
The three most beautiful sights: a potato garden in bloom, a ship in sail, a woman after the birth of her child.
We have not outgrown a servant society; we've just rebaptized "cook," "governess," "maid" and called her "mother."
Motherhood is the most important of all professions—requiring more knowledge than any other department in human affairs.
It is a little considered fact that simply in the process of becoming a mother, one does not automatically become a saint.
For the mother is, and must be, whether she knows it or not, the greatest, strongest, and most lasting teacher her children have.
Making the decision to have a child—it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.
The worker can unionize, go out on strike; mothers are divided from each other in homes, tied to their children by compassionate bonds.
A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.
Mothers are likely to have more bad days on the job than most other professionals, considering the hours: round-the-clock, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year.
Over the years I have learned that motherhood is much like an austere religious order, the joining of which obligates one to relinquish all claims to personal possessions.
At work, you think of the children you've left at home. At home, you think of the work you've left unfinished. Such a struggle is unleashed within yourself: your heart is rent.
Being asked to decide between your passion for work and your passion for children was like being asked by your doctor whether you preferred him to remove your brain or your heart.
Women have childbearing equipment. For them to choose not to use the equipment is no more blocking what is instinctive than it is for a man who, muscles or no, chooses not to be a weightlifter.
There is no other closeness in human life like the closeness between a mother and her baby—chronologically, physically, and spiritually they are just a few heartbeats away from being the same person.
For me, motherhood has been the one true, great, and wholly successful romance. It is the only love I have known that is expansive and that could have stretched to contain with equal passion more than one object.
Mothers are not the nameless, faceless stereotypes who appear once a year on a greeting card with their virtues set to prose, but women who have been dealt a hand for life and play each card one at a time the best way they know how.
Motherhood today is a high risk profession. Charges of malpractice have not been reserved for doctors and lawyers alone. Mothers have had firsthand experience with the peculiar belief in our culture that if something goes wrong, someone is at fault.
Labor is not as bad as it's cracked up to be. Sure, it hurts like hell. But then it's over. What you should really worry about are the next eighteen years—they're painful in a much slower way, like peeling a huge adhesive bandage off your brain, cell by cell.
Mothering has left me with stretch marks. I have been stretched beyond what I could have imagined in helping another be who they were called to be in relation to life. The stretch marks are not only on my body; they are on my heart, head, imagination, and on my spirit.