On this special day, we want to thank you for all that you do. Thank you for being there through thick and thin, for supporting us no matter what, and for always believing in us when we didn’t believe in ourselves. You are the most incredible women in the world, and we love you with all our hearts!
Happy Mother's Day! Today we celebrate the incredible women who have dedicated their lives to nurturing and caring for their children. You are the epitome of strength, grace, and unconditional love. Thank you for all that you do, and may this day be filled with joy, love, and appreciation for all that you are and all that you do. You are truly appreciated and loved more than words could ever express
Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; a mother's secret hope outlives them all. – By Oliver Wendell Holmes
Your responsibility as a parent is not as great as you might imagine. You need not supply the world with the next conqueror of disease or major motion- By picture star. If your child simply grows up to be someone who does not use the word collectible as a noun, you can consider yourself an unqualified success. – By Fran Lebowitz
You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry- By go- By round will wave at his parents every time around and why his parents will always wave back. – By William D. Tammeus
Women's Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's the men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one's likely to do anything about that. – By Golda Meir
Woman knows what man has long forgotten, that the ultimate economic and spiritual unit of any civilization is still the family. – By Clare Boothe Luce
Woman in the home has not yet lost her dignity, in spite of Mother's Day, with its offensive implication that our love needs an annual nudging, like our enthusiasm for the battle of Bunker Hill. – By John Erskine
Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother. – By Ann Taylor quotes
Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.- By Ann Taylor
