My mother is my friendWho shares with me her breadAll my hopelessness cured!Her company makes me secured!
I cannot imagine how much I must’ve suffered in my previous lives to be fortunate enough to have parents like you in this life.
Mum was determinate to crush my spirit and put a stop to my behavior once and for all and she beat me up so violently, so often, that I finally understood I must never question her or so much as look at her directly again.
Mum is a perfectionist and Dad is a pedant and that was partly why their marriage didn't work so well, Elsa figures. Because a perfectionist and a pedant are two very different things.
Whosoever does not believe in the existence of a sixth sense has clearly not regarded their own mother. How it is they know all they know about you, even those secrets you locked away so tightly in the most hidden compartments of your heart, remains one of the great mysteries of the world. And they don't just know—they know instantly.
Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world. Don't let anything stand in the way of the light that shines through this form. Risk being seen in all of your glory.
Before your mother's conception of you, God knew you; before His consecration of you, He had up set your assignments right! You are not an accident!
My mother is my teacherHer words make me richerI thank you oh my motherMay you grow and live longer!
If I would be made come to earth again, I would ask for the same mother again. If made to return 100 times to earth, I would request to be born through the same mother 100 times!
My mother is my doctorCaring for me when am illI will love her forever tillWe are gone to our creator!
Mumma said there would be days like this, Some we live happily; some a dieing wish Only the brave face the unknown, Fight for what you love and accept all the growth. When others speak their worries, clear in their fears, Remember who you are, you've worked on self for years.So listen to your Mumma, she has wise words to say,Live a life you'll be thankful of and I'll always be a phone call away.
What's this one, Mum? There's no return address, and there's like, five stamps on it. Who's it from?Leaning forward to get a closer look at the stamps, I didn't notice the fleeting look of immense sadness pass over her face.Oh it's nothing, darling.I raised my eyebrow at her. She sighed.An overseas friend. You wouldn't know her.And before I could ask what 'her' name was, Mum had left the room.
When someone gives you advice, just ask them to give it in writing and they will either keep mum or will run from there.
They fuck you up, your mum and dad? No, that wasn't it at all. Well, they did do that, perhaps, but they also allowed you to become the person, and the writer, that you had it in you to be.
I'm justthe reason they married.Mum saysI was a surprise.Dad saysI was an accident.Truth is ...I am their mistake.
The air in my home is heavy with my mom's unhappiness. And her exhaustion. And her sheer dissatisfaction with her life. And I hate it. I can be up in my room when she's in the kitchen below and I feel her despair seeping up through the floorboards. You can hear her banging pots and pans or cursing the vacuum cleaner
Polly was all too aware that much of her time on holiday would be spent doing the laundry and the cooking and the child-care and all the other chores that back in London would be shared with her cleaning lady. A holiday with Theo and the children represented two weeks of domestic and maternal drudgery.