Journey Of Motherhood Quotes

I'm beginning to perceive motherhood as a long, slow letting go, of which birth is just the first step.

Every book is a journey, a map into the complexities of the human mind and soul.

I quote much scripture in this book. I do so intentionally, without references, because that is how I believe scripture should fit into the fabric of our lives. It is not tacked on; it is woven in.

The journey of motherhood centers on being the person God has chosen out of all humanity and space and time to care for these souls, these beings who will exist for all eternity.

Throughout my life, I have never stopped to strategize about my next steps. I often just keep walking along, through whichever door opens. I have been on a journey and this journey has never stopped. When the journey is acknowledged and sustained by those I work with, they are a source of inspiration, energy and encouragement. They are the reasons I kept walking, and will keep walking, as long as my knees hold out.

We will always have Narnia.

You and I. Hand in hand. An endless story of love. A love that grew in me for 9 months and only grows bigger each day. You and I. Hand in hand. An endless journey. Countless steps. One destination - your happiness. You and I. Hand in hand. My heart and blood. I'll share it all - take it - my whole life is you.

Let us acknowledge the magnitude of Motherhood, by simply honoring all mothers— past & present.

Organization is a priority for me because it blesses my children. Even without considering the benefits of productivity or efficiency, the stability of my children depends on my organization.

A mother's heroic journey is not about how she leaves, but how she stays.

A person who isn't reminded several times a day about the implications of the color of her skin has time to consider the implications of other things.

When the road stretches long and dark and ragged, it’s sweetness that remains at the end of it.

Mother Hushed and sacred silence fills the dawning sky I ponder in this moment of our journey which is nigh...

Motherhood: The most exhausting, emotional, rewarding and life-enhancing journey a woman can take.

It is within your loving and welcoming arms that a new generation will arrive & be greeted.

Mama, you are the first pillar of education. You are a vital part of the infrastructure of culture, family, and even the body of Christ.

In the world outside this glass room, songbirds are feeding and resting in the trees. Some will take off tonight and not land until they reach Venezuela. Sandpipers, plovers, and broad-winged hawks have already left for Patagonia and Panama. Bats are headed for caves in Kentucky and Tennessee. Out in the Atlantic, humpback whales pass by on their way to the Caribbean. Even now, Canada geese are honking toward us from Quebec. It is a good day for the beginnings of journeys. Every time I look at you, I think, Now I cannot die.

She knew it was time, What for was the mystery but focused; she remained. She turned her back on anything that no longer served her strengths nor taught her vital lessons with her weaknesses. She said no without explanation & assigned validation back just to parking spots. She was fierce but gentle and authentic in her approach to live even if it meant standing alone. She knew the hard days weren't over but stood proud that she had already survived some of the worst. She laughed in the midst of a mindfuck & gathered her worth with all the pieces of herself that have held her together throughout the years. She knew it was time What for was the mystery, but focused; she remained. She learnt that motherhood provided unconditional love doesn't have boundaries, it's pure in all its forms. Family are rare connections. Friendships are like shoes, not all will fit but when some do it's like you have won the lotto. She learnt that every love was different and how important it was to keep her heart open for the possibility of being able to experience it just one more time.

I understand three ways of contemplating motherhood in God. The first is the foundation of our nature’s creation; the second is his taking of our nature, where the motherhood of grace begins; the third is the motherhood at work.

Too often we compare our weaknesses with other people’s strengths only to find ourselves coming up short.” We compare our worst to someone else’s best which sets us up to sound like failures. Essentially, we begin lying to ourselves.

I thought of how many women told me dispiritedly about how their husbands waited for them to ask—or to make a list—and how demoralizing that was for them. I could not help thinking that there was some element of passive aggression in this recurrent theme of nice men, good, playful dads, full of initiative and motivation at work, who “waited to be asked” to do the more tedious baby-related work at home, until the asking was finally scaled back or stopped.

It is not biology alone but heroism too that drives women to find the will and grit and creativity to put one’s own impulses aside to serve the needs of a tiny creature around the clock—especially in an environment in which that heroic choice is only casually acknowledged, much less honored, cherished, or assisted. I believe the myth about the ease and naturalness of mothering—the ideal of the effortlessly ever-giving mother—is propped up, polished, and promoted as a way to keep women from thinking clearly and negotiating forcefully about what they need from their partners and from society at large in order to mother well, without having to sacrifice themselves in the process.

I definitely haven’t been in the best place while working on this book, but I can say this much: Where there is pain in this book, it is real pain; where there is anger, it is real anger; where there is love, it is real love. You’ve been taking this journey with me, and you’re always going to get the best of what I’ve got. That’s what my mother would want.

Let the voices of all mothers be heard, as we come to honor the gift of Motherhood.

Motherhood is a place of dreamy hopes and crushed fantasies and the hard, hard work of sinners in relationship with each other day by day.

Motherhood by definition means a journey into the depths of one’s possibility.

JESUS CHRIST, WHO OPPOSES GOOD to evil, is our true Mother. We have our being from him, where the foundation of motherhood begins.

The sacred power of divine spirit transcends space and time.

It is difficult to understand the journey of a hero,” the whisperer said.

The more faithful I was to Him, the more faithful He was to me.

Let your children uplift your burdens and allow your role as a mother - to flourish and grow.

Motherhood unwittingly molds us into all we are now, or are - destined to be.

Homeschooling moms are what remains of the leisured classes in these hurried, frantic days.

I didn’t start homeschooling out of fear, and I am happy about that now, because fear does damage wherever it appears.

Healing, it turns out, is a journey. It doesn’t happen all at once.

To reassure one’s children in the face of one’s own fear and uncertainty is one of the most demanding but empowering acts of motherhood.

The great secret older women keep is that adult children can cause more anxiety than toddlers; the good news is you get more sleep. The role of the older mother is prayer.

that’s the key—whatever you try to change must be of such value to you that you will want to continue forward, even in the midst of challenges.

On paper, I had the life I’d had in mind when I deferred motherhood—comfortable salary, fancy business card, cross-country moves, dates with weirdos—but it hadn’t delivered on the promise of “fulfillment.

From the moment we're born, women are brainwashed to prioritize motherhood and marriage over intellect and personal fulfillment. We're handed baby dolls and aprons and told our greatest contributions are accomplished in the nursery and the kitchen. But that lie is as damaging as it is degrading, because a kingdom is only as strong as its weakest citizen! And a society with unjust limitations is less likely to prevail than a country of equal opportunity When a nation segregates any percentage of its population, it only segregates a percentage of its potential! So for the sake of the kingdom, it is time for women to stand together and demand a new government that values every citizen's thoughts, ideas, and morals. Then and only then will our country journey into realms of prosperity it has never seen before.

I hope you gain insight from those you encounter and embody lifelong learning I hope you cry when you are sad I hope you cry when you are joyous I hope you speak with eloquence and love I hope you gaze at the moon in admiration I hope you accept the journey of LIFE with ease and calm I hope you choose tolerance I hope you travel to seek, not travel to tourist I hope you help people without expectations or applause

We are living in an increasingly feminized society. Some people view that as an increasingly civilized society, but it has left our boys with deep desires for honor but few outlets for displaying it appropriately.

Lord Jesus, I’m worried. I feel like I have nothing to give my family. I’m afraid I’m not doing enough. I feel like I’m doing an awful job at this. Take this weight. I give you all that I have – help me. Help me be a mom today.

There is a simple but powerful African prayer that can be recited to remind you of this: Let us take care of our children, for they have a long way to go. Let us take care of our elders, for they have come a long way. Let us take care of those

It seemed that I had worked passionately for nineteen years on a beautiful product and, in the end, he had become something entirely different than I intended. I did not recognize him at all. How could I go on creating beautiful pottery pieces if they weren't going to turn out as I had intended or hoped? Until one day I had an epiphany. I was not the potter. A potter was shaping my children, but it was not me. . .My son was not my product. He was the work of a great artist: the Creator of all

It is evident that while she was a devoted mother, she was always conducting her responsibilities as a mother with a sense of higher consciousness. It is almost like she is weaving the threads of her existence and those closest to her into the Web of Consciousness by her actions.

The holiest journey leads the pilgrim into the depths of the human heart. One must simply dive inside. There it is. Love imbues all experience, including silence and sound, form and emptiness. Hurt, pain, and anger are acknowledged, honored, and more deeply understood due to spiritual practice.

Lollipops and raindrops Sunflowers and sun-kissed daisies Rolling surf and raging sea Sailing ships and submarines Old Glory and “purple mountain’s majesty” Screaming guitar and lilting rhyme Flight of fancy and high-steppin’ dances Set free my mind to wander… Imagine the ant’s marching journeys. Fly, in my mind’s eye, on butterfly wings. Roam the distant depths of space. Unfurl tall sails and cross the ocean. Pictures made just to enthrall Creating images from my truth Painting hopes and dreams on my canvas Capturing, through my lens, the ephemeral Let me ruminate ‘pon sensual darkness… Tremble o’er Hollywood’s fluttering Gothics… Ride the edge of my seat with the hero… Weep with the heroine’s desperation. Yet… more than all these things… Give me words spun out masterfully… Terms set out in meter and rhyme… Phrases bent to rattle the soul… Prose that always miraculously inspires me! The trill runs up my spine, as I recall… A touch… a caress…a whispered kiss… Ebony eyes embracing my soul… Two souls united in beat of hearts. A butterfly flutter in my womb My lover’s wonder o’er my swelling The testament of our love given life Newly laid in my lover’s arms Luminous, sweet ebony eyes Just so much like his father’s A gaze of wonder and contentment From my babe at mother’s breast Words of the Divine set down for me Faith, Hope, Love, and Charity Grace, Mercy, and undeserved Salvation “My Shepherd will supply my need” These are the things that inspire me.

Day surfing is the act of filling a day with no money, and no plans, seeing where you wash up: head into town, start at the library, then onto the pet shop, watch the road construction team working, a run in the park, listen to a busker. Day surfing is a much larger challenge at home, where it can often be white knuckle survival.

What is it about the relationship of a mother that can heal or hurt us? Her womb is the first landscape we inhabit. It is here we learn to respond - to move, to listen, to be nourished and grow. In her body we grow to be human as our tails disappear and our gills turn to lungs. Our maternal environment is perfectly safe - dark, warm, and wet. It is a residency inside the Feminine. When we outgrow our mother's body, our cramps become her own. We move. She labors. Our body turns upside down in hers as we journey through the birth canal. She pushes in pain. We emerge, a head. She pushes one more time, and we slide out like a fish. Slapped on the back by the doctor, we breath. The umbilical cord is cut - not at our request. Separation is immediate. A mother reclaims her body, for her own life. Not ours. Minutes old, our first death is our own birth.

My Darling Child Yesterday, I was a child Today, I am a Mother So much like your Grandmother I realised another life Was growing inside of me I had to embrace another being As part of my daily living That is how I found my healing You are my precious gift My love for you is so deep When I held you in my arms I could not help but admire Such a beautiful Soul I sang you a song To express my joy Of being a parent to you I knew there was a reason You were chosen To journey with me So, here is my promise Will be the best Mom I can ever be I will stand by you forever And no one can take on The role I play My darling child

For that entire journey across the rough terrain of Afghanistan, I never stopped praying that everything of the world could be peaceful, that all lives might return to normal. I believe that wish is universal for every woman who is a mother. For all the horrible happenings that have occurred since I left Afghanistan, I can only think and feel with my mother's heart. For every child lost, a mother's heart harbors the deepest pain. None can see our sons grow to men. None can see our daughters become mothers. No longer can we see the smiles on their faces, or wipe away their tears. My mother's heart feels the pain of every loss, weeping not only for my children, but for the lost children of every mother.

Babies, I speculated in that peculiar mystical state, are sort of leaky little understudies for God. With each baby the human species gets the chance to break out of the self into the service of something so ‘other’ that the reasons for conditional love can give way to faith in unconditional love… with babies, we get the chance to take one manageable baby step on the long hard path of the saints.

Eventually, our experiences—with pregnancy loss, labor, birth, and motherhood—will reinforce to us that there is little we actually control.

Don't apologize for your greatness.

Writing this book took almost as much growth as living the life necessary to put the words down on the page.

Growth has been a constant part of my life and the getting up and editing out has been the hardest and most important part.

This book is about having the courage to stand in the ever-crooked room of black womanhood and summon the magic to set it straight. Even if only for a moment, the act alone heals you just enough for the next tilt of the room.

For a long time, I was the girl who believed nothing good would ever come her way. So much so that I could will the negative to come before the good could even make it to my location.

I saw and understood these three properties: the property of the fatherhood, and the property of the motherhood, and the property of the Lordship in one God....

The gift of sustenance is crucial to motherhood: the mother providing milk for her newborn from her own body, created from her own blood. Julian sees breast feeding as an image of the Eucharist,

I hunched under that table wondering how I got to this point. Wasn’t I supposed to be a writer, rubbing elbows at poetry conferences with Mary Ruefle and Kim Addonizio? Wasn’t I supposed to be spending these late spring months at retreats wearing woven island commune hippie clothes designed by women named Star? Having Evan changed all that. This was a direction I never expected. This is supposed to be the meantime—teaching in a public school so that I could make money, get my graduate degrees, and move on to my real calling. The one where I learn, create, and pub- lish. The one where I’m not huddled under standard issue cafeteria tables contemplating the best place to run when gunfire broke out. The one where somebody else is responsible for the welfare of these children surrounding me. The one where I don’t give a shit.

Maybe the meantime has always been my time. Maybe this was the trajectory predestined in the stars, if you believe in that sort of thing.

Becoming a mother is a journey that helps us to better understand ourselves.

Motherhood is a high calling. Civilization depends upon motherhood. I do not believe you should lose yourself so thoroughly in your motherhood that that is all you are. That is not healthy for you or your family. But I do think women need to know that motherhood is a high-value commodity in the market of civilization.

Being a part of another parent’s journey to give their baby the best start possible offers me hope for the future.

Motherhood is a dangerous journey, full of pitfalls and terrors. Grandmotherhood is more a dance on a summer evening, full of love and hope.

Motherhood is a dangerous journey, full of pitfalls and terrors. Grandmotherhood is more a dance on a summer evening, full of love and hope. Or at least that’s how it feels to me.

The truth is that motherhood is a hero's journey. For most of us it's not a journey outward, to the most fantastic and farthest-flung places, but inward, downward, to the deepest parts of your strength, to the innermost buried core of everything you are made of but didn't know was there.

We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.” C.S. Lewis

There is no way to warn the mommy next door or your daughter-in-law. It is a walk of joy that often includes the tearing off of the old dragon skin one painful layer at a time, made all the worse because you didn’t even know you were wearing dragon skin. No one ever does.

A couple of years ago another friend, Amy Edwards, republished The Mother Tongue with an answer key. It is an excellent solution to a frustrating problem.

Eventually, I bought a Michael Clay Thompson Practice Voyage teacher’s book, and we started evaluating sentences according to four different criteria. Still, only one sentence a day. I wish we had done this from the beginning. It takes less than five minutes a day. Suddenly the English sentence began to make beautiful sense. Imagine how many sentences you can evaluate over the long haul?

That is how love works. You work hard at it and one day the work becomes joyful. Ordo Amoris. Education is the ordering of our affections.

I am a mother at heart. I build a home, which seems like a place to stay, but really, it is a place to leave. That is the way of it. Children are meant to grow up. I understand that now. Maybe you have yet to come face-to-face with what that means. I hope you will take courage and allow your children to walk away with grace.

Sometimes random books would become favorites: Jack Jouette’s Ride, The Queen Who Did Not Like to Bake Gingerbread, Lentil, Anatole, The Church Mice, Little Tim and the Brave Sea Captain, Obadiah.

What is the word for the realization that your society has left you ill-equipped for a major part of the journey of your life? When a mother cries, is it also developmental?

The great blessing of being a Christian is that we have both a reason for the journey that we are on, and a companion for it. We are not alone. We are not striving for acceptance, because we have already been accepted and forgiven.

You are exactly the mom your children need. He created you for these good works from before the foundation of the world, and as you walk this great call of motherhood with Him holding your hand, you will be amazed at how He weaves the beautiful thread of redemption through the pattern of your life. He brings light to the dark places through you, something you could only have accomplished by embracing His wonderful call and embracing these very precious children who were inextricably created as part of the design for your life. May He bless you and fill you with great joy in this journey.

By investing some time in the powerful and positive visions of birth as a “blessed event,” the reality of it being marvelous begins to grow into being. Cultural habits are strong, so it takes time for new patterns and pathways to emerge. As more women work to create a new vision of birth, one in which we are fully present, the cultural habits around pregnancy and childbirth will eventually shift with us and new traditions will be made.

Since God lives in the heart, I was not to seek some Being way up in the sky . . . my journey to God was not outward, but inward! The only way to get closer to God was to become ordered enough inside to enable me to experience him within. When our emotions are running loose, and our minds are confused . . . and our imagination is working overtime, there's so much internal noise that we can't hear the still voice of God. So many times over my years as a mother I had felt tired, overwhelmed, and worn out So often I felt I couldn't get any personal space to think, what with the continual onslaught of "Mummy! Mummy!" coming from the children, or the work that I hadn't finished staring me in the face. I needed quiet time alone.

To give birth, a woman must let go. Perhaps for the first time in her life, she will learn the lesson of what it truly means to surrender to something greater than herself. The birth process, like breathing, happens on its own. A mother-to-be must be willing to openly trust and surrender so the birth can unfold from deep within her. The

A mother-to-be is often bombarded with tales of horror throughout her pregnancy, so make a concerted effort not to bring them into your sacred space.

There is a simple but powerful African prayer that can be recited to remind you of this: Let us take care of our children, for they have a long way to go. Let us take care of our elders, for they have come a long way. Let us take care of those of us in between, for we are doing the work. Additionally,

Motherhood furnishes us with, not just giving life — but, partaking of life’s learning.

There’s in a miss and in a Mrs. A difference that no one ought to miss For their bodies and hearts are scripts apart Their journeys and worries are each a lone I’ll speak for the Mrs. since me she bore Leave the mothers breasts alone For there is the infants life’s best And in front they were by the author set Not to be out for everyone test Nor for every eye to quench its lust But that with her offspring The mother shall nurture and blest

I also appreciate Amy’s forty-something perspective that the thirties are a grind for many, and motherhood isn’t the constantly blissful journey everyone thinks it will be when they attend their pink or blue or yellow baby shower.

It is deeply satisfying to a boy's heart to hack at logs.

Morning Time...is a liturgy. It is a habit that ties the past to the future—a liturgy of love.

Prenatal care means taking care of water, fish, and glaciers.

birth defects, as well as congenital heart problems, were elevated in communities served by a drinking water reservoir that had been contaminated with the herbicide atrazine. Atrazine, on the market since 1959 and banned for use in much of Europe, is the most popular pesticide used in the United States.

Fuller Cups, Fuller Tummies! 10 Effective Ways to Increase Breast Milk Supply Embracing motherhood involves acknowledging all the challenges that follow. For a lot of moms out there, producing the right amount of breast milk stands as a paramount concern. Understanding the complexities of lactation and increasing milk supply can be a transformative experience that strengthens the bond between mother and child while promoting the baby’s physical health. This blog will delve into the art and science of how to increase breast milk supply, providing priceless insights, doable tactics, and some breast feeding tips to support nursing moms on their journey. This guide seeks to provide nursing moms the confidence and resources they need to navigate the wonderful yet occasionally complex world of breast feeding successfully, arming them with a thorough understanding of breast feeding benefits and the causes of low milk supply.

Beyond Baby Steps: The 5 Ages and Stages of Your Child’s Growth and Development Parenting is a marvelous journey, and witnessing all of the baby’s development stages can leave you dewy-eyed. However, the baby’s milestones feel like a fleeting period; snap your fingers and your teeny tiny ones are not so tiny anymore! From those first reluctant steps to the terrible twos, the childhood developmental stages reveal new wonders and challenges at each turn. It’s a ride marked by infant milestones and baby developmental stages month by month, unveiling the beautiful journey ahead. This comprehensive guide will walk you through the ages and stages of infant milestones and a child’s growth and development so that you don’t miss any precious baby milestones.

After all, family dynamics aren’t independent clusters of choice and consequence, but rather a tapestry of intricately woven threads of action and reaction, passing over and under each other, knotting together time, emotion, and experience as one.

Dreaming of hugs and your happy sight, Your first hello made everything right. No guidebook needed, just me and you, We'd make our own story, just us two.

As the child becomes comfortable writing, you can increase the length of the written narration until eventually a high school student will be writing five to seven hundred words (or more) a day in a reading journal. Even in high school these journals should not be critiques of the book but simple retellings, although you can allow your students to give opinions here and there. You will also notice they often imitate the style of the writer they are reading as they write in these journals, which is beneficial.

To make matters worse, I was always saying we lived in a house where George Washington could have visited. One day, Chris asked me if George Washington was still alive. In disbelief, I answered, “No, Christopher, he died a long time ago.” He looked at me so sincerely and said, “All my friends are dead.” Then there is the problem large families face of imagining that once you read something everyone remembers it even if they weren’t born yet. Once, six year old Emily mused, “I wonder who the first man was?” I was appalled. “Emily, you know who the first man was: Adam!” She calmly replied, “Never heard of him.” I pulled out the Bible story book that day. A

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You do not need to spend years and years teaching formal writing, but you should, without any exceptions, have your children narrate, both orally and in writing, every school day. Have them narrate every single day over ten years or so and your children will be comfortable thinkers and writers. It is a simple solution, but it will not work if enacted sporadically. Narrating has to be at the heart of the school day.

Oral narration can begin as soon as a child begins to tell stories on his own. This can be quite young for some children and not so young for others. Children are born persons, right?