#mothering

A wise mother knows: It is her state of consciousness that matters. Her gentleness and clarity command respect. Her love creates security. ↗

— Vimala McClure

#love #mothering #respect #security #love

Sweater, n. Garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#children #clothes #clothing #definition #humor

The women in the room chatted about love, about childhood, about losing parents, about Mr. Spock, about good books they'd read. They mothered each other. ↗

— Louise Penny

#mothering #friendship

Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#mother #motherhood #mothering #parenting #attitude

A talent for building children's souls, Hilde. So building their souls that they might grow straight and fine, nobly and beautifully formed, to their full human stature. That was where Aline's talent lay. ↗

— Henrik Ibsen

#beauty

I may have overmothered you and screwed you up in ways large and small, but I think it’s time you took some measure of responsibility for where you choose to put your own penis. ↗

— Jonathan Tropper

#mothering #humor

She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~ ↗

— Susan Wiggs

#life-lessons #motherhood #mothering #experience

What she did have, after raising two children, was the equivalent of a PhD in mothering and my undying respect. ↗

— Barbara Delinsky

#mother #mothering #respect #respect

Don't stand unmoving outside the door of a crying baby whose only desire is to touch you. Go to your baby. Go to your baby a million times. Demonstrate that people can be trusted, that the environment can be trusted, that we live in a benign universe. ↗

— Peggy O'Mara

#biological #child #children #instinct #mothering

in all the years i had blundered along in search of my own footing, she had never given me an inkling of this wish. unburdened by the demands of history or anyone else's dreams, i had wandered toward and finally reached a world far outside the plains i loved and loathed. my mother had neither begrudged me this journey nor expected it, certain that i had to make my own way. but she packed my toolbox with her great wit and forbearance before i went, and she stashed there, for long safekeeping, her desire. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#dreams