#moth

The silence stretched out between us as I stared at him, the tears blurring my vision as I waited for him to save me from this torment. Surely he could find a way. ↗

— Kathryn Michaels

#breastmilk #childbirth #hero #hope #husband

Mothers! They promise you they'll never get married again, and next thing you know you're a bridesmaid. ↗

— Mindy Schanback

#humor #marriage #mothers-and-daughters #marriage

I tried to make my husband make his daughter like me. After ten years of failed attempts, I decided to make myself change. ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

#stepfamily #stepmother #change

We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody's. ↗

— Kifah Shah

#daughters #empowering #inspirational #mothers #women

Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #mothers #forgiveness

The recent spate of magazines for "parents" (i.e., mothers) bombard the anxiety-induced mothers of America with reassurances that they can (after a $100,000 raise and a personality transplant) produce bright, motivated, focused, fun-loving, sensitive, cooperative, confident, contented kids just like the clean, obedient ones on the cover. ↗

— Susan Douglas

#parenting #love

A mother's love is instinctual, unconditional, and forever. ↗

— Revathi Sankaran

#motherhood #unconditional-love #love

I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. She tended to me. She administrated me. ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#mothers #love

What is more powerful than the love of a mother? What possesses more strength than her humbly whispered prayers? Perhaps only God's hand in answering those earnest pleadings on your behalf. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#love #mom #mother #mother-s-day #motherhood

I loved Duncan and I loved being his mother but I wasn't sure I was prepared to be only his mother. Before we were even married, when Russell and I had gotten our dog, Humbert, I had walked him early one morning, and as I stood on a line for coffee, someone had offered him a dog treat. "I always ask the mommy first," she said, looking at him expectantly. "Oh, I'm not his mother," I said, "I'm just his...friend," and she looked at me with complete contempt. "You're his mother," she had scolded, "Poor dog. ↗

— Jennifer Belle

#dog-walking #dogs #motherhood #parenthood #pet-owner