Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
My mother is a walking miracle.
Motherhood is... difficult and... rewarding.
With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom but it is always on her heart.
I got to grow up with a mother who taught me to believe in me.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
The upheavals of adolescence silenced 'A Christmas Carol' for a few years. I became a firebrand atheist. Christmas - humbug! Too commercial! Then I became an agnostic. Christmas was a pro-forma affair basically a chore. Buy mother a book dad a new tie my brother and sister small gifts. Pretend thanks for the fountain pens and shirts I received.
My father died when I was young and I was raised by my grandmother Emma Klonjlaleh Brown. We could afford to eat chicken just once a year on Christmas.
It's hard and sometimes it's scary. It still amazes my mother. I went home for Christmas one year and there were fans all over the front lawn hoping to see me.
My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.
May I share with you my earliest memory of a political row? It was with my mother about the Queen - classic Freudian stuff shrinks would say. I was eight and refusing to watch the Queen's Christmas Day broadcast.
My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.
Actually my mother and Alfie came for three weeks' Christmas vacation and stayed for 21 years. I guess my mother never went back because she was lonely.
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.
You see my mother was a district nurse until she died when I was 14 and we used to move from time to time because of her work.
Being a mother is quite tiring. There's not much time to do anything. You just rush around and it's hard work.
I believe every child has the right to a mother and a father. Men and women are not the same. That's not to say they're not entitled to equal rights but they are not the same.
I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends and my own best friends' mothers and from surrogates many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life even after their passing.
All my friends' mothers were appalling women.
With over 3 million women battling breast cancer today everywhere you turn there is a mother daughter sister or friend who has been affected by breast cancer.