#moth

Growing up in the fifties and sixties, I can only remember knowing one child, ever, whose parents got a divorce, and hardly any whose mother 'worked' at anything besides raising her children. ↗

— Joyce Maynard

#anything #besides #child #children #divorce

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience. ↗

— Kim Edwards

#experience

My father was a CPA. He worked hard in the aircraft industry, and would come home more and more infrequently. He was about to leave my mother, which he did when I was 15. ↗

— Jeremy Irons

#aircraft #come #did #father #hard

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all. ↗

— Washington Irving

#become #brothers #child #desert #endures

My very first recollection of life on earth was waking up in bed with my mother, and she was showing me a picture of my father, Charles Jackson, with a group of soldiers. ↗

— Jesse Jackson

#charles #earth #father #first #group

Most people call my style of dress slovenly, I call it extreme casual. If I didn't have a mother and a sister for the times I do have to get dressed, I would be absolutely lost. ↗

— Joshua Jackson

#call #casual #dress #dressed #extreme

My mother's wonderful. To me she's perfection. ↗

— Michael Jackson

#mother #perfection #she #wonderful

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning; and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns. ↗

— Harriet Ann Jacobs

#cabin #children #cold #comes #dawns

When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave. ↗

— Harriet Ann Jacobs

#died #first #first time #i #learned

I was angry about the fact that my father would beat my mother on a daily basis, that my mother would take it in turn and beat on me. I was an abused child. I was mad about all those things, very bitter and very angry. ↗

— Rick James

#angry #basis #beat #bitter #child