mom

MOM - noun - One who sacrifices her body, sleep, social life, spending money, eating hot meals, peeing alone, patience, memory, energy and sanity for LOVE!

No one will ever love me that much again.

He wanted to stay there forever, letting her soothe him, pretending he was just a kid and his mom could make everything okay.

Thank you, Mom, for the way you managed yourself during the childish, mean, selfish, insensitive, irresponsible, unreasonable, hateful moments I put you through. From your example I learned to be patient, positive, kind, selfless, sympathetic, reliable, sensible, and loving. You have my endless appreciation.

A woman steps out of the back door after an hour of him sitting. Younger than either of us, blonde with a tinge of gray at her temples, the light creases of age in the corners of her eyes, beautiful in the untouchable way of mothers who are our exemplars for what we will admire in women when we come of age.

My mother was like sand. The kind that warms you on a beach when you come shivering out of the cold water. The kind that clings to your body, leaving its impression on your skin to remind you where you__e been and where you__e come from. The kind you keep finding in your shoes and your pockets long after you__e left the beach. She was also like the sand that archaeologists dig through. Layers and layers of sand that have kept dinosaur bones together for millions of years. And as hot and dusty and plain as that sand might be, those archaeologists are grateful for it, because without it to keep the bones in place, everything would scatter. Everything would fall apart.

Just everything else, Mum. I just have everything else from you.

My mother, Delle Hunter, was a physically small woman, yet she was the biggest person I__e ever known. She had total focus, an attribute that deeply impressed me. She taught me by example that how we live impacts how we die. She lived a life of courage, beauty, and integrity; she died in the same manner.

A fight with her mother? It was certainly within the realm of possibility, I guessed. Elizabeth was a teenager and her mother was ... well, her mother. Normally they were the best of friends, but even best friends fight.

I" theory take a later of course without "O" and you will see that all are build with "I".

The air in my home is heavy with my mom's unhappiness. And her exhaustion. And her sheer dissatisfaction with her life. And I hate it. I can be up in my room when she's in the kitchen below and I feel her despair seeping up through the floorboards. You can hear her banging pots and pans or cursing the vacuum cleaner

You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I__l hear you_

J: You will not believe what Mom is doing.M: Ballroom dancing lessons? Hot-air balloon classes?

We all have days when we say that we are gown-ups, that we are mature, have a lot of experience and don't need advise from others.But it is our mom and dad we turn to when we're in trouble or can't find the answer to a question.

This life is only a test' is a counter-productive mindset

The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing __leep sweet sleep_. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack

The seeds of life inside my womb were present at my birth; a gift from mother's mother, on back to Mother Earth.

Yeah, Mom, I__l just keep telling the prince that he has absolutely no shot with me and offend him as often as I can. Great plan.