motherhood [Theme] Page 5

...Everyday fears accompany the lives of all mothers.

A baby changes your whole life. But gives joy.

- We all get older.
Alas.
Why?
I wish everyone was the same age. As the stock rose. Before you start fading.
- Well, thank you, mother. Your compliments nowhere to hide.

A mother's love defies explanation.

Not to have just because you say that the time has come, if you must. Listen to the heart, acute the mirror to keep in your pocket. Black people do not live and not let others. And you may live. And just as you want yourself.

Not to have just because you say that the time has come, if you must. Listen to the heart, acute the mirror to keep in your pocket. Black people do not live and not let others. And you may live. And just as you want yourself.

And I thought: I'm the mother of his eight - and unhappy. Under her wing and hundreds of others - and she sparkles. What is it, then? And how then? Since I live here, where the height meets the sea? Or where the ground is smooth, like a freshly ironed shirt?

Then choose which mother to become is to give yourself or several to give himself to many.

Sayfa no - no. Cilt no - no. Hane no - no.
The mother's name? I am a child of the streets, brother.
A child who flies a kite.
The child that is forgotten during sleep.
The child that plays with fairy tale characters.
That's me.
I was supposed to be a mother.
Brother, what is the taste of mother's milk?
As mothers caress their children?
Who knows the smell of mom?
Mom...
You can draw for me mom?
Mother... for the child who freezes in the cold and dark.
Mom... forgotten for a frightened child.
And next I will draw, brother.
Sayfa no - no. Cilt no - no. Hane no - no.
You were choking loneliness when you realize that you have no one?
My father was supposed to be.
Lend me your dreams, brother.
I'll clean your shoes.
I... your dreams. Dreams, brother.
Never mind.
I am a child of the streets, brother.
A child who flies a kite.
The child that is forgotten during sleep.
The child that plays with fairy tale characters.
That's me.
Sayfa no - no. Cilt no - no. Hane no - no.

It is better not to be a mother than to be bad.

From me for a long time demanded that I posed with their children in front of photographers, but children are not props to demonstrate maternity.

What did I know about such insecurity? Without hesitation when presented with another person your soul as a gift. A love like this I never realized until the birth of Lily. Only admiringly looking at the miniature fingers, inhaling the aroma of angelic children's skin, I realized that loving her was my purpose.

But people don't take the same weakness in the mother. We do not accept them either structurally or spiritually. Because at the heart of our Judeo-Christian culture - Mary - the mother of Jesus. She's perfect! She is a virgin who gives birth to a child, steadfastly supports him and hugs his dead body after his death. And father there at all. God in heaven. God the father, and it is not visible. You have to be perfect. Charlie can be a freak - it doesn't matter. You will always be to apply a higher standard.

You will find harmony with the world. You will have a tiny being, completely in your power, with the urgent needs that you can satisfy! You will have everything that he needs. I love motherhood! However, then children have to grow...