I don’t want to let my life as a woman pass me by. There’s a time to work, there’s a time to be young and crazy, and there should be a time to enjoy motherhood. I’m actually looking forward to that.
They wrapped her up like a baby burrito to show to Mom. Here were a mother and her daughter and I love them both so much. I couldn’t wait for Courtney to come to the hospital so I could have all my women together.
When I was a kid, my mom used to run the vacuum cleaner, and the noise would bother me so much that I would run into the woods to calm down. I feel like that vacuum cleaner has been on since I moved to New York City.
I’ve always been into music. My mom and dad used to always play music in the house.
My mother was a Sunday school teacher. So I am a byproduct of prayer. My mom just kept on praying for her son.
My first paying job might have been doing a play, actually. My mom paid me to dress up as a flounder at my sister’s ‘Little Mermaid’ – themed birthday party when I was little.
My mom allowed me to take an old burlap bag and fill it with moss, corn stalks and rocks, then hang it from a tree and spend an hour a day punching my heavy bag.
My mom was very strict when I was growing up. I could not talk to boys until I was 18. I had to study and work hard.
Jesus Christ – He means the world to me. So many different situations I’ve been through, through my childhood and now my adulthood; I lost my brother at a young age. He got hit by a car right in front of me. I had to be strong for my mom.
My mom – when I complained about my weight, she asked me if I wanted to keep complaining or do something about it. Then she took me to Weight Watchers when I was 10 years old, meetings and all!
I’ve always believed fitness is an entry point to help you build that happier, healthier life. When your health is strong, you’re capable of taking risks. You’ll feel more confident to ask for the promotion. You’ll have more energy to be a better mom. You’ll feel more deserving of love.
My mom and dad always taught acting, so instead of getting me babysitters, they would just bring me to class.
It wasn’t so long ago that I was a working mom myself. And I know that sometimes, much as we all hate to admit it, it’s just easier to park the kids in front of the TV for a few hours, so we can pay the bills or do the laundry or just have some peace and quiet for a change.
My father came to the U.S. from Lebanon in 1920 when he was 8 without knowing a word of English. He traveled to Green Bay, Wis., married, bought a house, and he and my mom, Helen, raised 10 kids. Everything depended on his one-man business driving a truck.
My mom’s an angel, bless her heart, for everything I put her through.
My dad was a dentist; my mom managed his office.
I am no mother, and I won’t be one.
I forgive my mom for being a psycho and my dad for being a loser.
First, I am definitely going to give some money to my mission program at church, and then I have to get my mom a dishwasher.
I was 17 and out of school, living with my mom, starving, not eating, getting locked up, no focus, no guidance. When you ain’t got no guidance, you can’t do too much. But then I had my first son and started working. I got the right people around me.
My mom was a saint. She taught me to be terminally nice.
The fastest way to break the cycle of perfectionism and become a fearless mother is to give up the idea of doing it perfectly – indeed to embrace uncertainty and imperfection.
I was raised in a house where my mom was the primary breadwinner. It was a dysfunctional house, but she showed tremendous resilience.
I was who I was in high school in accordance with the rules of conduct for a normal person, like obeying your mom and dad. Then I got out of high school and moved out of the house, and I just started, for lack of a better term, running free.
I wanted to escape so badly. But of course I knew I couldn’t just give up and leave school. It was only when I heard my mom’s voice that I came out of my hiding place.
My mom has beautiful eyes, and I inherited a lot of her rituals, accentuating eyes.
I am a nice human, but I’ve also got Italian in my family. My mom’s side is Italian and my mom is a very scary human being. I get a lot of that intensity and snap straight into it from her. She’s legit terrifying. Lovely girl. Lovely mother but when she gets angry, she’s absolutely terrifying. She’s a damn monster.
My mom speaks English – she moved to England in the ’70s, so she’s fluent in English. We use to speak in Spanish when I was a kid all the time, me and my mom. But when I went to boarding school, I kind of lost it a little bit.
Of course my dad went to Formula One, so I think that my dad is the better driver of the two. But I think, for a girl, my mom was not too bad, of course.
My mom was a photographer and whenever they needed a baby for a modelling job, she’d stick me in front of the camera. That’s how it started.
I had my mom drive me to practice everywhere. I’m really grateful I had her.
My mom passed on her obsession of all things antique or vintage. I love to go thrift store shopping or explore any sort of garage sale. Treasure hunting is a family passion.
Just because you are a mom doesn’t mean whoever you were before is gone. You can bring it back.
I had massive anxiety as a child. I was in therapy. From 8 to 10, I was borderline agora-phobic. I could not leave my mom’s side. I don’t really have panic attacks anymore, but I had really bad anxiety.
My mom brought me up to believe that my talent is a gift and a blessing.
I have great genes. Thank you to my mom and dad for that one.
I know a lot of people who really aren’t beautiful because their attitudes are very nasty… Whether I make the 50 most beautiful list or not, I’m always going to feel like I’m number one most beautiful to myself… I get that from my mom, and my daddy and my friends who raised me.
A little before my 10th birthday, I was like, ‘Can I please have a puppet, Mom and Dad?’ They were like, ‘No. You are a singer, not a ventriloquist. You have three brothers, and you’re in gymnastics. There’s no way we have time for this.’
When I was a baby, I wore my mom’s Chanel pumps – to be able to say that I work with Karl Lagerfeld is a dream come true.
‘Remember the Time’ and ‘You Rock My World’ from Michael Jackson were two of my favorite songs ever. My mom used to bump them all the time.
It was so weird that I would end up directing ‘The Greatest Game Ever Played,’ because, y’know, I’m not a big golfer myself. But I grew up around the game. My mom and dad kind of built their dream house off the 11th fairway of Shady Oaks Country Club in Fort Worth.
I guess I was a mom so late in life, my daughter was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
I got my style from my mom, she was a classy lady.
My dad is 20 years older than my mom. Growing up, I felt like he knew everything. I felt like, for every question I had, he had an answer.
I got people to take care of: my mom, my dad, my grandma, my aunties.
Being a mom to my son has taken precedence over everything in my life, and I think that’s the order it should be… It’s a great challenge that I don’t think’s ever gonna stop.
I have lexical-gustatory synesthesia. I can taste, and always have tasted, words. I remember when I was a kid and learning to read I mentioned to my mom that certain words I was learning tasted certain ways, thinking everyone was like that, and didn’t understand why she didn’t get what I was saying.
When motherhood becomes the fruit of a deep yearning, not the result of ignorance or accident, its children will become the foundation of a new race.
My mom Marina and I were poor and hungry. We could sometimes not afford to eat – seriously. We lived together in a small town, called Berdyansk, in Ukraine. I was an only child. I don’t think we would have survived if there had been more kids.
Bullying is not going to make your mom proud. It’s not going to pay your bills. It’s nothing to be proud of.
I was accepted to multiple fashion schools. But I had two kids when I was a teenager. My kids’ mom already had two kids when she was still in high school. So I had to be in the streets early. Instead of going to fashion school, I took the street route.
I grew up in a bus, traveled with various circuses and freak shows. I was a trapeze artist, and that was my dream. We just traveled the whole world, me and my mom and my little brothers and sisters. It was an adventure.
No one was more important than my mom and dad. I know they are watching from a place up in heaven here today to make sure all their kids are doing good.
My mom has always wished me a daughter just like me.
Both my parents were born in the Philippines. My dad is full Filipino, but my mom looks a little mixed, and her mom’s name is Estelita Coquico.
My mom used to be a model.
In May 2006, I had our son, Calder. I spent the next couple of years learning how to be a mom.
My dad was a plumber, and my mom was on and off again, either a stay-at-home mom or working with the disabled as a visiting-nurse assistant.
My dad was obviously a really quirky, unconventional Asian man who didn’t care about what other people thought. When he would fight with my mom, he would be really dramatic. He would be like, ‘Devil, get away, for I am God’s property.’ He would say crazy things that were so melodramatic but so theatrical and funny.