I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things to me are expressions of love.
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
My mother is a walking miracle.
Motherhood is... difficult and... rewarding.
With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only...
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom but it is always on her heart.
I got to grow up with a mother who taught me to believe in me.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.