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On Mother

Thank you to my own sweet mother who wades through the weeds of life for me, watches over me, prays for me, and loves me—sometimes inspite of myself. Mom, may you have a wonderful, peaceful Mother's Day today and every day.

Below are some quotes and poem's I found about mothers and motherhood... Enjoy!

I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
— Abraham Lincoln

God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.
— Jewish proverb


A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
— Washington Irving (1783-1859)


RICHER THAN GOLD
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a mother who read to me.
— Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)


M-O-T-H-E-R

"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.
— Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

“Every time we build the faith or reinforce the nobility of a young woman or man, every time we love or lead anyone even one small step along the path, we are true to our endowment and calling as mothers and in the process we build the kingdom of God. No woman who understands the gospel would ever think that any other work is more important or would ever say, “I am just a mother,” for mothers heal the souls of men.”
— Sheri L. Dew, “Are We Not All Mothers?,” Ensign, Nov 2001, 96

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.
— Rajneesh


Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
— Pearl S. Buck


An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
— Spanish Proverb


Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing.
— Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987


There's nothing like a mama-hug.
— Terri Guillemets


Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.
— Moorish Proverb


A man's work is from sun to sun, but a mother's work is never done.
— Author Unknown

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