My mom was very much alpha. I admired her because she was the working mom on the go. She’s such a boss. She’s an OG, as they say.
My mom was Sicilian, my dad was Sicilian. Mom was a great cook, but all the women were.
I was raised in the greatest of homes… just a really great dad, and I miss him so much… he was a good man, a real simple man… Very faithful, always loved my mom, always provided for the kids, and just a lot of fun.
School was a big source of anxiety for me. I hated school. I have social anxiety, and it developed when I was a kid. I had trouble going to birthday parties. It was always there. I begged my mom to let me be home-schooled at one point for a semester because I was so miserable at school.
I’m a religious person. I remember my mom told me: ‘Vengeance belongs to God. It’s up to him to wreak vengeance.’ It’s hard for me to get to that point, but that’s the work of God.
My mom always wanted me to do movies where I played, whether I had flaws or not, guys that had a good heart.
My mom’s a psychologist, and I think that has influenced me on a personal level. Plus, I’m just generally interested in visualization and humanity, social activity and technology, and what happens in aggregate.
My mom took all of my behavior personally. Everything I did, she thought it was an act of rebellion against her. But it was just me being me.
I’m basically a mom who loves vision boards, dream lists, and ‘The Secret.’
Depending on what day of the week it is and what time of the month it is, I’m a good friend or not a good friend. I’m more or less a good mom or not a good mom, more or less a good mate or not a good mate. That’s just life, whether or not you’re public.
The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children.
I am a working mom, so to be able to have a space for my kids as well as a space for my work, it’s just great. That is what balance is.
My mom and dad did something special when they made me.
My mother and my grandmother are pioneers of Mexican cuisine in this country, so I grew up in the kitchen. My mom, Zarela Martinez, was by far my biggest influence and inspiration – and toughest critic.
I grabbed my mom and I went to the couch and I said, ‘Mom I want to ask Jesus to come into my heart.’ And I got on my knee and I asked Jesus to come into my heart, forgive me of my sins, and make me a child of God.
I think I’m a disciplined mom versus a strict mom. But also, that job – the disciplining was from birth until about 12, and at 12, I set my kids free, and they learned to become independent human beings.
My mom keeps khabar of everything, so I don’t feel lonely.
I used to dress up in my mom’s old clothes and play with these kids from the neighbourhood and make up stories: I would pretend that we were all vampires.
I was selling stuff probably since I could remember, like 6 or 7 years old. I was always out there helping my mom and dad sell watches, glasses, CDs, DVDs, stuff like that. Whatever we could put our hands on. I did it until I was around 17. But I was just doing it because I had to. There was no other option.
I always saw politics as an expansion of my role as a mom.
My mom was on welfare and the occasional food stamp, but I have never participated in any of those governmental programs, even the ones that kind of work like education, scholarships and whatever, and I managed to do just fine.
If I made a list of the people I admire, Mom would probably fill up half of it. She could do anything and everything.
I used to write about experiences that a 20-year-old would write about – going out with your friends, having a drink. You know, things were a little bit sexier in a different way. Now, you know, I’m a mom, and I want to filter some of the things that I say.
I grew up in a bit of a feminist fantasy with a single mom. I was totally shielded, in a way, from an idea that I couldn’t do something.
Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never eat at a place called Mom’s. Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own.
Moms can be fresh, fly and young, and that’s the kind of mom I want to be.
My mom has a tape from when I was, like, 2 years old, talking with my grandma, telling her a story that’s really elaborate about werewolves and wolves.
I didn’t even know what ‘The Voice’ was, but my mom said, ‘I signed you up for this singing show,’ and I was like, ‘All right, I guess.’
My real name is Joseph Herbert. My dad is white; my mom’s Asian, Filipino. And when I started stand-up 22 years ago, I used to go up as Joseph Herbert, and I would just have to defend my name. Every time I went onstage, it was so annoying. People would heckle.
My mom put me in a Pampers commercial on TV.
I went to see ‘Phantom of the Opera’ with my grandma and my mom when I was very little. The stage, the voice, the music… Composer Andrew Lloyd Webber has been a massive inspiration to me for some time – the storytelling, that deliciously somber undertone in his music.
My mom had me at a young age, like 20, and she was the oldest child. All her brothers were seven and 10, so I was like a younger brother more so than the oldest child. I was the younger brother to all my uncles, so they were going through their childhood and their teenage years, and I was right there.
My mother told me one day I walked in to her and said, ‘Mom, I’m not going to be sick anymore,’ and she said ‘Why?’ and I said ‘Because an angel told me so.’ Now, I don’t remember saying it; that’s just what she told me.
The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother’s side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.
Every day, my mom and I would watch a different Judy Garland VHS. I love how she tells a story when she sings. It was just about her voice and the words she was singing – no strings attached or silly hair or costumes, just a woman singing her heart out. I feel like that doesn’t happen that much anymore.
What took time for my mom was getting the pronouns right and calling me by a different name. Laverne was my middle name before I transitioned.
When my first semester grades came out, my mom and dad told me I wouldn’t be playing football.
I may be the only mother in America who knows exactly what their child is up to all the time.
It’s been a lot of fun getting to work with Tracy Middendorf, who plays my mom. As an actor, it’s always fun to have different parents and to create different familial dynamics than you have in your real life.
My mom is from Canada. Both my grandparents were from Canada.
My dad and mom did what a lot of parents did at the time. They sacrificed a lot of their life and used a lot of their disposable income to make sure their children were educated.
I owe much to mother. She had an expert’s understanding, but also approached art emotionally.
My family always believed in me, even when I didn’t. Having that love and support made me not afraid of failing. I knew my mom would be proud of me just for taking a chance and pursuing my dream.
My mom was a teacher. In the 1960s and ’70s, she taught history at two largely African American public high schools in Washington, D.C. – McKinley Tech and H.D. Woodson. Her example taught me the importance of equality for all Americans.
I never put my hands on my mom, and my mom never put her hands on me.
I feel such a sense of empowerment being a mom. But I do wonder: How do they/we do it all?
My daily schedule is quite hectic, but I have to put my health first in order to be the best mom and wife I can be.
My mother taught me how to love. My mom is the most loving person I know.
Every single thing I learned about marketing and building my business, I learned from my mom, and she had never been in the workforce. She just had great practical sense.
I wish my mother had left me something about how she felt growing up. I wish my grandmother had done the same. I wanted my girls to know me.
Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.
My mom and my father’s birthday are on the same day.
Toronto is a special city, and the environment is perfect for the arts; free and alive. I’m a New Yorker, and Toronto reminds me of a much cleaner New York, so it’s like coming home after your mom just cleaned your room for you; for me that’s a lovely environment.
My real name is Amanda Rose Saccomanno, so a lot of people don’t know that, but Rose is kind of special in my family as my grandma’s name is Rosemary, my mom’s name is Mary Rose, I’m Amanda Rose, my niece is Demi Rose.
My mom breastfed me for more than a year, and I can’t imagine doing it any other way. It’s cheap and much better for the environment, and you don’t have to lug all that stuff around.
When I eat, I have to chop up everything on the plate and stir it all together. It devastates my mom. Everyone at the table is like, ‘That looks like cat vomit.’ And I stir my Coke with a spoon until it’s flat.
My mom and dad understood that every generation has to earn its freedom over and over again.
Dad told me that before I was born, he would put my mom’s stomach up to the speaker and play Led Zeppelin.
