Wednesday 6 June 2012

“Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother”

“There is no undertaking more challenging, no responsibility more awesome, than that of being a mother.”
“The mother loves her child most divinely, not when she surrounds him with comfort and anticipates his wants, but when she resolutely holds him to the highest standards and is content with nothing less than his best.”