Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.
Barbara KingsolverRead
A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.
Interpretation
A mother's body retains the physical and emotional memories of her children, highlighting a deep, intrinsic bond.
This quote expresses the profound connection a mother has with her children, emphasizing that her physical being holds the memories of her experiences with them, from the softness of their skin to the scent of their hair. Each child elicits unique pleas to her heart and body, signifying the individual relationships and bonds mothers create with each of their offspring.
In practice
When discussing maternal instincts in family therapy sessions.
Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.
Children can be your heartache. But that doesn't matter, you have to go on and have them . . . it works out.
I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you look down on them from great height.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
Empathy is really the opposite of spiritual meanness. It's the capacity to understand that every war is both won and lost. And that someone else's pain is as meaningful as your own.
Anytime a child is born, the old people look in his face and ask him if he's the One.
I think that in order to parent effectively, we are going to have to admit two things: We can't keep our children safe. We can't accept the fact that we can't keep our children safe.
This is a moment that I deeply wish my parents could have lived to share. My father would have enjoyed what you have so generously said of me-and my mother would have believed it.
If a child is given love, he becomes loving ... If he's helped when he needs help, he becomes helpful. And if he has been truly valued at home ... he grows up secure enough to look beyond himself to the welfare of others.
I do not think we remember our family in any real sense. We live in them instead
I had a brother who was my savior, made my childhood bearable.
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