One time, when he was a child, in a power-failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and drew comfortably around them, and they, mother and son, alone, transformed, hoping that the power might not come on again too soon....
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
It's better not being a mum at all than being a bad one.
— You know every story, every wound, every memory. Their whole life's happiness is wrapped up in you. Every single moment. Don't you get it? Look down the road to her wedding. I'm in a room alone with her, fitting her veil, fluffing her dress, telling her, "No woman has ever looked that beautiful." And my fear is that she'll be thinking, "I wish my mom was here."
— And mine is she won't. But the truth is she doesn't have to choose. She can have us both, love us both. And she will be a better person because of me and because of you. I have their past, and you can have their future.
I love my sons too much to mollycoddle them.
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same.