#child

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own. ↗

— Aristotle

#because #certain #children #fathers #fonder

I sell my children, and though they feed me, they don't love me as hers do. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#writing #love

What is more powerful than the love of a mother? What possesses more strength than her humbly whispered prayers? Perhaps only God's hand in answering those earnest pleadings on your behalf. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#love #mom #mother #mother-s-day #motherhood

Lola writes in her notebook: Leaf-fleas are even worse. Someone said, They don't bite people, because people don't have leaves. Lola writes, When the sun is beating down, they bite everything, even the wind. And we all have leaves. Leaves fall off when you stop growing, because childhood is all gone. And they grow back when you shrivel up, because love is all gone. Leaves spring up at will, writes Lola, just like tall grass. Two or three children in the village don't have any leaves, and those have a big childhood. A child like that is an only child, because it has a father and a mother who have been to school. The leaf-fleas turn older children into younger ones - a four-year-old into a three-year-old, a three-year-old into a one-year-old. Even a six-months-old, writes Lola, and even a newborn. And the more little brothers and sisters the leaf-fleas make, the smaller the childhood becomes. ↗

— Herta Müller

#love

So I entered parenting with only 3 clear goals: to love, to cherish, and to listen." - Melissa Ridge Carter ↗

— Hilary Flower

#love

...you forget love - though you fled from them, you secretly loved the monsters of your childhood... ↗

— John Geddes

#love

Every child should have love, every person should have it. She herself would rather have had her mother's love - the love she still continued to believe in, the love that had followed her through the jungle in the form of a bird so she would not be too frightened or lonely. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love #sad #love

That made her pause, almost made her want to laugh. She pushed her hair from her face. "God, we're fucked up, aren't we?" His tight features loosened a little. "Yeah, I've been trying to get over it most of my life. I guess I'd had myself talked into thinking I had." "Me, too. I'm sorry," she told him, her shoulders relaxing. "I didn't need to get so pissed off." He cracked a grin, "You did, though, didn't you? I kind of liked seeing you like that. All that fire. ↗

— Eve Berlin

#childhood-memories #love

The love of a foster mother for her charge appears absolutely irrational. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#foster-children #love

Our children want more than presents, that want our PRESENCE. ↗

— Heather Schuck

#motherhood #parental-love #parenting-children #parenting-tips #inspirational