Words matter. These are the best Nadya Suleman Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I am happiest at home with the kids.
Kids love you unconditionally.
The kids say, ‘Oh are we weird somehow?’ and I say, ‘It’s OK to be different.’
Whenever I hear a baby cry, I cringe.
My kids are little athletes.
I was very unconditionally loved and accepted, I felt, by my father.
I just longed for certain connections and attachments with another person that I really lacked, I believe, growing up.
I screwed up my life. I screwed up my kids’ lives.
Octomom was media-created.
My calling was to be a mom.
Every single thing I do… is just me surviving.
I couldn’t even imagine kissing something.
The first human I ever said ‘I love you’ to was my oldest son.
I was more or less a carnival attraction. I was a freak show.
I’m the kind of person who can be with a man for years and never touch him. My mind is not wired that way.
I devote my whole life to my family, and that’s the least I could do, because there’s only one me and 14 of them. I have to give all my energy and all of me to my kids.
I love my children.
I love kids, but I also recognize that things could be better for mine.
There were no healthy opportunities for Octomom. I was doing what I was told to do and saying what I was told to say.
I haven’t felt my toes on my foot on the right side for many years, and my fingers are numb all the time every day.
Reflecting back on my childhood, I know it wasn’t functional. It was pretty, pretty dysfunctional, and whose isn’t?
When I ran away from the ‘Octomom’ persona, I went right back into my healthy lifestyle.
I take accountability for being dumb and irresponsible.
Everything a parent chooses to do in their life will forever haunt their kids.
The only way I can cope is to lock myself in the bathroom and cry. Sometimes I sit there for hours and even eat my lunch sitting on the toilet floor. Anything to get peace and quiet.
That was always a dream of mine, to have a large family, a huge family.
Is it fair to have a bunch of kids help solve your emotional issues? Of course not.
I have been compelled to dig deep inside and pull out strengths I never knew I possessed in order to protect my family.
That’s exactly what Octomom is: a carnival attraction.
I’m a raw vegan, and I perceive pharmaceuticals to be poison.
I never coined the term ‘Octomom.’
I have embraced every day with gratitude.
I’ve done things in the media I was not only not proud of, I was ashamed of.
My biggest challenge is my severely autistic son.
I couldn’t even fathom the idea of having my own children out in the world and not know them.
I’ve always engaged in open, honest communication. There’s no topic that can’t be discussed.
The whole family, we are all kind of different.
I learn more from my kids then I have any professor in all my life.
As ‘Octomom,’ I was the walking dead. When I woke up and I went back to my roots, my helping profession, and my kids, we were struggling financially, but it didn’t matter. I never felt so free and so happy in my life.
I am hated in my hometown.
There’s nobody, possibly, who could have hated ‘Octomom’ more than I.
I am providing for my children. I am.
Four out of the five discs in my lumbar spine are ruptured, herniated fully. Think of a jelly doughnut being squashed, and it hits nerves, causing bilateral sciatica. And I have irreparable sacral damage. And I have peripheral neuropathy.
I have 14 children!
I look back in retrospect, and I would never say I regret not one of my children. They are why I live.
The ultimate lesson from my entire experience is you cannot prejudge human beings. You just can’t. I don’t care who they are, what their behavior, or what you’ve heard about. You have to be able to meet the person and talk with them, and even then, that’s not even enough to prejudge them.
I’ve been sued, harassed, abused, but I’ve held my own.
I journal at four or five in the morning.
I’m damned if I do what I need to do with the media to support my kids, and I’m damned if I don’t. If I don’t, I can’t take care of them.
I need the help of my nannies, but I don’t want my children being raised in something that resembles a group home.