I was just nursing Addie to sleep, cursing my agreement to
blog 7 days in a row (I now realize that I don't think Big Thoughts every day, a necessary slice of humble pie.) when I gave up and grabbed one of my favorite
gift books, a volume of mom-quotes illustrated by Mary Engelbreit (Her written introduction is a gem, as well.). Then a Decent-sized Thought came to me to share some of the quotes and artwork this overcast Saturday afternoon.
Is it overcast where you are? As long as Addie sleeps and Scooby-Doo keeps the younger set interested (Don't think too hard about that please.), I'll post pics and quips.
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The walks and talks we have with our two-year-olds in red boots have a great deal to do with the values they will cherish as adults (Edith F. Hunter). |
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Most mothers are instinctive philosophers (Harriet Beecher Stowe). |
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Oh what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell (Euripides). |
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The source of human love is the mother (African proverb). |
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It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding (Erma Bombeck). |
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Like so many things one did for children, it was absurd but pleasing, and the pleasure came from the anticipation of their pleasure (Mary Gordon). |
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The precursor of the mirror is the mother's face (D.W.Winnicott). |
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My sister said once, "Anything I don't want Mother to know, I don't even think of, if she's in the room." (Agatha Christie). |
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Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother's secret love outlives them all (Oliver Wendell Holmes).
Happy Saturday, friends!
Love, A
*Post #5
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