
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

Motherhood is the exquisite inconvenience of being another person's everything.

Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Motherhood is the exquisite inconvenience of being another person's everything.
Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.