motherhood

The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.

If it weren__ for her setting me free, I may still be a caged bird today, holding my own daughter captive on a shit-laden perch.

Do our dreams carry messages from the great beyond, sent by the people we have lost, or are they a reflection of our desperation and wishful thinking?

The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires.

A boy who could make his mother feel special inspite of his own ordeals is the boon from God in lieu of some good deed.

Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.

My wife is a thief...She takes the last cookieTakes forever to get readyShe takes her time in the showerTakes all of the hot waterShe takes my favorite seat on the couchTakes the high road when I lose controlMy wife is a thief...She took my last nameTook the time to get to know me, love meShe took the back seat and let me leadTook on motherhood and the emotional toll that it bringsShe took care of me the many times that I've gotten sickTook on the pain of pregnancy so that the Jackson legacy would live onMy wife takes, and takes, and takes...I'm so proud of my perpetual thief who stole my heart and won't give it back.

Some say that pregnancy make a woman an instant mother. To that I say, I became an instant woman the day I became a mother.

My special possessions are my sacred family.

I am a mother and mothers don__ have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

Since God lives in the heart, I was not to seek some Being way up in the sky . . . my journey to God was not outward, but inward! The only way to get closer to God was to become ordered enough inside to enable me to experience him within. When our emotions are running loose, and our minds are confused . . . and our imagination is working overtime, there's so much internal noise that we can't hear the still voice of God.So many times over my years as a mother I had felt tired, overwhelmed, and worn out So often I felt I couldn't get any personal space to think, what with the continual onslaught of "Mummy! Mummy!" coming from the children, or the work that I hadn't finished staring me in the face. I needed quiet time alone.

I don__ give up on people, even when they give up on me.

A woman's body is a sacred temple. A work of art, and a life-giving vessel. And once she becomes a mother, her body serves as a medicine cabinet for her infant. From her milk she can nourish and heal her own child from a variety of ailments. And though women come in a wide assortment as vast as the many different types of flowers and birds, she is to reflect divinity in her essence, care and wisdom. God created a woman's heart to be a river of love, not to become a killing machine.

My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me - the humiliation of it - as a soprano.These, by contrast, are the six elements of a Sacred Harp alto: rage, darkness, motherhood, earth, malice, and sex. Once you feel it, you can always do it. You know where to go for it, though it will cost you.

Are you scared of going in to see the raghnaid [the council]?_ asked a gray female pup. __re you cag mag [crazy]? If a bear was his Milk Giver, you think he__ scared of the raghnaid?

Blessed your mum, who carried you in a womb for nine months.

It takes a great woman to respect the little man in her child, and the little child in her man.

My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin.