I know the well of my maternal incompetence is deep but I am determined to siphon up a calm and breathing hope for him.
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Then there is the matter of my mother's abandonment of me. Again, this is the common experience. They walk ahead of us, and walk too fast, and forget us, they are so lost in thoughts of their own, and soon or late they disappear. The only mystery is that we expect it to be otherwise.
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I was in charge. Of it all. All the time. For ever.
Life was hard on mothers; but then, they just didn't understand.
My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.
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JESSICA: My preparation for motherhood began with hiking. LUKE: And where did your preparation for hiking begin?JESSICA: In the same place as my preparation for motherhood: with the birds and the bees. And you are not mature enough to have that conversation without asking about pollination strategies or ornithological classification.
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.. Trying to be a good mother may be as distant from being a good mother as trying to have a good time is from truly having one.
She sat in the sunshine watching the life on the street and guarding within herself, her own mystery of life.
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Laborsaving devices do not necessarily save time, but they increase our expectactations of what mothers should accomplish
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My most important title is still mom-in-chief. My daughters are still the heart of my heart and the center of my world.
Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.
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No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do too badly by one another, we did as well as most.
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She has changed in this way that motherhood changes you, so that you forget you ever had time for small things like despising the color pink.
Your power as a woman, as a mother, is your medicine, and it saved you. Take your courage in that.
I think I'm smart, and I know I was a good mom. But there wasn't a lot I could point to and say, that's why I'm special.
I used to fear their deaths--the car! The dog! The sea! The germ!--until I realized it need never be a problem: on the trolley, on the way to the mortuary, I would put my hands into their ribs and take their hearts and swallow them, and give birth to them again, so that they would never, ever end.
I know less than you thought, but more than you realize.
Children are taught to look down on their nurses (nannies), to treat them as mere servants. When their task is completed the child is withdrawn or the nurse is dismissed. Her visits to her foster-child are discouraged by a cold reception. After a few years the child never sees her again. The mother expects to take her place, and to repair by her cruelty the results of her own neglect. But she is greatly mistaken; she is making an ungrateful foster-child, not an affectionate son; she is teaching him ingratitude, and she is preparing him to despise at a later day the mother who bore him, as he now despises his nurse.
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For a long time, I tried to make my ilfe work, to make our family work. I got tired, though. Five children wears you out until the only thing left inside you, the only thing you've got to give, is a memory of what you thought you'd be.
If I were asked to define Motherhood. I would have defined it as Love in its purest form. Unconditional Love. ~~ Revathi Sankaran
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It's just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man - the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated off-spring - you see before you, with his parking tickets and unpolished shoes and complicated love life. You see all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one.I look at him and see the baby I held in my arms, dewing besotted, unable to believe that I'd created another human being. I see the toddler, reaching for my hand, the schoolboy weeping tears of fury after being bullied? By some other child. I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history.
Being a good mother does not mean being perfect every single moment. We screw up. We get mad, we drink too much, eat too much, yell too much. A good mother learns from her mistakes and does what she can to not let them happen over and over.
The most difficult part of being a mother was to observe the mistakes of one's children: the foolish loves, the desperate solitude and alienation, the lack of will, the gullibility, the joyous and naive leaps into the unknown, the ignorance, the panicky choices and the utter determination.
This is one of the weird things about motherhood. You can predict that some of your best moments will happen around the toilet at six am while you're holding a pile of fingernail clipping like a Santeria priestess.
Out of the woman's great brown breast the milk gushed forth for the child, milk as white as snow, and when the child suckled at the one breast it flowed like a fountain from the other, ans she let it flow. There was more than enough for the child, greedy though he was, life enough for many children, and she let it flow out carelessly, conscious of her abundance. There was always more. Sometimes she lifted her breast and let it flow out upon the ground to save her clothing, and it sank into the earth and made a soft, dark, rich spot in the field. The child fat and good-natured and ate of the inexhaustible life his mother gave him.
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