My dear Mama, you are definitely the hen who hatched a famous duck.
With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's.
Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.
Any mother could do the jobs of several air traffic controllers with ease.
There is no velvet so soft as a mother's lap, no rose as lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps.
Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.
Mom, I love you, even though I’ll never accept your friend request.