“Before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. Before you were here an hour I would die for you. This is the miracle of mother’s love.” – Anon

“A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years, and in your heart ’til the day you die.”

Pregnant women! They had that weird frisson, an aura of magic that combined awkwardly with an earthy sense of duty. Mundane, because they were nothing unique on the suburban streets; ethereal because their attention was ever somewhere else. Whatever you said was trivial. And they had that preciousness which they imposed wherever they went, compelling attention, constantly reminding you that they carried the future inside, its contours already drawn, but veiled, private, an inner secret.
– Ruth Morgan

The most important thing she’d learned over the years was that there was no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.
– Jill Churchill

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