God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.
Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.
Who fed me from her gentle breast.
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.
Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
A mother's heart is a patchwork of love.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
A mom's hug lasts long after she lets go.