There are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.
Having kids feels like that first seventh-grade crush that overwhelms every molecule in your body, but it’s permanent.
You never know how much your parents loved you until you have a child to love.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Motherhood is the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It’s huge and scary — it’s an act of infinite optimism.
A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years and in your heart till the day you die.
Just as there is no warning for childbirth, there is no preparation for the sight of a first child. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment, or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.
Being a mom has made me so tired. And so happy.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; a mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
I like to think of motherhood as a great big adventure. You set off on a journey, you don’t really know how to navigate things, and you don’t exactly know where you’re going or how you’re going to get there.
There is a wondrous curiosity in every young mother. It is a strange miracle to see, to hold a living being formed in and coming out of one’s self.
When your children arrive, the best you can hope for is that they break open everything about you. Your mind floods with oxygen. Your heart becomes a room with wide-open windows.
Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There’s no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.
Making the decision to have a child — it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.
There is nothing like a newborn baby to renew your spirit and to buttress your resolve to make the world a better place.
A mother’s love endures through all.
Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.
There are hard days in motherhood, but looking at your baby sleeping reminds you why it’s all worth it.
Loving a baby is a circular business, a kind of feedback loop. The more you give the more you get and the more you get the more you feel like giving.
Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.
The life of a mother is the life of a child: you are two blossoms on a single branch.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
You’re always going to wonder if you’re doing things wrong, but that’s what it means to be a mom, to care so much about someone else that you just want to be as perfect as possible.
The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.
Babies are the worst roommates. They’re unemployed. They don’t pay rent. They keep insane hours. Their hygiene is horrible. If you had a roommate that did any of the things babies do, you’d ask them to move out.
Giving birth and being born brings us into the essence of creation, where the human spirit is courageous and bold and the body, a miracle of wisdom.
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown. In my heart it don’t mean a thing.
A new baby is like the beginning of all things — wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.
Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything.