#moth

If I were asked to define Motherhood. I would have defined it as Love in its purest form. Unconditional Love. ~~ Revathi Sankaran ↗

— Revathi Sankaran

#mother #motherhood #unconditional-love #love

Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it. ↗

— Aimee Bender

#mother #siblings #love

When you feel neglected, think of the female salmon, who lays 3,000,000 eggs but no one remembers her on Mother's Day ↗

— Sam Ewing

#mother #humor

Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#freckles #hats #humor #luxe #mothers

I hope someday she meets just the right man and has babies - a whole passel of babies, more than I could have - so she understands how it kills me now that she won't let me hug her when she's in obvious distress. (The Life You've Imagined) ↗

— Kristina Riggle

#daughters #denial #love #motherhood #mothers

Gone are the days when girls used to cook like their mothers and boys used to dress like their fathers. Now girls drink like their fathers and boys dress like their mothers. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#boys #clothes #clothing #cook #dress

I don’t know how long we stand there holding each other. It could be ten minutes, an hour, or a day. All I know is that when I finally let go, I can breathe. I can rest. I can live knowing that my baby girl is happy. Knowing that she felt my love. ↗

— Cassia Leo

#love #mother #home

She pondered the arrangements of the paintings on a wall like a writer pondered commas. ↗

— Jonathan Franzen

#mother #home

I took her into bed with me and propped myself up with pillows against the headboard to let her nurse. As she nursed and the milk came, she began a little low contented sort of singing. I would feel milk and love flowing from me to her as once it had flowed to me. It emptied me. As the baby fed, I seemed slowly to grow empty of myself, as if in the presence of that long flow of love even grief could not stand. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#motherhood #nursing #love

If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#contempt #mother #over-indulgence #upbringing #home