There is no other like you-I appreciate all you have done and I can never repay you- I am giving you your flowers while you live- I cry when you cry- I shed your tears- The meaning that you have is more than words can express- I pray your always happy- enjoy your rest…
The mother of all nations-taken in the womb and loved so deep- seeping peace and humility-embracing that which is yours-be respectful and enjoy. Take time out for those you love and be free to be-all the glory belongs to you OH GOd! CM
She hadn’t ever really been prepared for the swelling in her bosoms and the rounding of her stomach. The tailored suits to impress the executives didn’t fit anymore, and they don’t make slacks with elastic waists.
Yet when it kicked inside her, she was willing to leave it all behind.
Mothering I think is like taking care of your kids and feeding them, also I think of a deer taking care of its baby fawn. I think of mother animals caring for their babies.
Mothering is like when a kid cries or does something that hurts them and the mom helps them or babies them. Mothering is like calling someone a mama’s boy because your mom is always trying to help you out.
Mothering is for mothers to baby their children. Comfort them when something bad is going on, or when they are sick. Mothering is basically only for mothers or grandmothers. I dont know much about mothering because I am not a mother nor am I a female.
When I see this word it makes me think of birth. Because when a human or animal has a baby they clean it and feed it. When i think of this word it makes me think of babies, because when babies are born they need to be nursed.
I think mothering is when a person takes in another person, most likely an adult taking in a child, and treats them like they are their mother.But, I am not entirely sure what this word means.
I don’t know much about what mothering means but the root word is mother. Mother is someone’s mom. A mom is a woman who gives birth to a child. Mothering probably means if you are a mother, you are mothering your child.
“You did say you’d see me again,” she said, turning away from the hills and the rising sun. Her hands rested on her belly, which looked even rounder this morning.
“Aye,” he replied. “I must admit though, I never thought you’d take on to be the mothering sort.”
“Where life lives, life fades,” she said, “and what fades must be replaced by something new.”
Wow. That word. It feels my days, my nights, and every breath and thought. At this moment, even with everyone asleep, the day starting quietly, it is all I am for this time in my life. Everything else is tertiary.
Mothering is something that I do when I take care of my boys. It is fascinating to see mothering in the animal world as well, as we see videos of mother animals with their young. The motivation may be different, but the results seem to be very interesting, and as far as in literature, there are fabulous mothers and horror.
She’d spent her days mothering them, coddling them with gems and bits of meat. When they reached maturity, around day 91, she waited for the hour in which her reward would arrive.
A thousand hungry mouths opened up to her. She almost thought she could hear the word “mother” in the whisper of their millions of little legs scrambling up her.
It’s the one thing that I can say has honestly shaped more of who I am than any other thing. She’s indestructible, invincible. She has taught me to overcome, to persevere, to never quit. She is incredible, a rock. That’s why she’s my hero.
Mothering. A gift from God. A hard task, but rewardable. Seeing your plump little baby grow into a teenager, get wed, have a child of their own. The neverending natural process repeats its self.
Babysitting a child was not as easy as I had thought; yet mothering a child turned out to be worse. As Kate tripped over her new Barbie car, opened her pink mouth and wailed, I was taken back to my youthful days when life seemed so… open.
oh, come here and give me a hug sweetie. You look like you haven’t eaten in days. Poor thing. When did you last sleep, hon? Let me fix you something. Fried bologna?
She loved kids she really did but there were times when she just couldn’t take it anymore! It was four in the morning and she had things to do later that day, the woman needed her beauty sleep, then again this was one of the prices she paid for having a job and a kid.
Going over to her child’s crib, her arms went in and picked up the one month old child by it’s head and back with each of her hands. The newborn mother swayed back and forth attempting to lull her child to sleep with classical lullbays.
i want it, i want it all!
The fame, the buzz, the fortune!
The next champion to fight my way to the top!
I want it! I need it!
I’m gonna get it, no matter how long it takes!
Victory and power will be mine!
I can’t even write about this word. I fucking hate my mom. She is a lying condescending bitch and a complete piece of shit. I wish she was dead. And no, I really don’t care how that makes me appear.
From when she was a young cub, the only daughter of the Grizzled Mane clan was very boisterous and haughty. Her mother attempted to raise her to be civil and ‘ladylike’, but her attempts went unheard and astray. For so many years, the girl’s mothering made her feel restrained and tied down. Until at last, when she was older, she ventured out into the wilderness to find her own destiny.
Every time this word pops into my head all i could ever think about s my own mother. Mothering has many different terms and connections to it but for me, i would just like it call it
“mother’s love”
What is a mother? Just a woman you say. Well that’s only a brief statement. A mother is someone who would sacrifice anything for their child. Someone who would love their child no matter what their child was born with; disabilities or illnesses. A mother’s neverending love for their child is the strongest thing in the world.
Don’t think, just write. Mothering is something I could use right about now. I’m sitting here at 0500 thinking that I have a few minutes of writing ahead of me. First, I start here at one word dot com, then head over to 100 words dot com, then I finish at 750 words dot com. If I feel really loquacious, then I’ll also work on prosebox dot com and open diary dot com. But all I can think about is how nice it would be to get some mothering instead. I miss my Mommy.
It itches him like nothing else should. Had he obtained sharper claws throughout his life here in Melbourne instead of quiet ones for stalking (mainly), he might have cut them down. Maybe he would have knocked Todd Allison down with a blunt object and tripped Petunia down some stairs. Maybe he would have done away with them both.
But he doesn’t and he blames himself for the scratching and clawing, the bristling in his skin when he shoves all other worries aside and stalks out into the street. He doesn’t see the point in their worrying, their demands or concerns about his well-being (of all THINGS) and their gullible mothering. He only has himself to blame-
She always made sure I had an undershirt on before leaving the house. She liked to make sure my shoe laces were tied with double knots. At the front door she would always present me with a paper bag, sandwiches wrapped in cling wrap and a small Tupperware box of biscuits as usual tucked away inside.
I missed it when it was gone. I entered the adult world and left behind something that had for the last eighteen years shaped my life. I made my own sandwiches, I tripped over my shoelaces almost every morning, and I mourned for a mother still alive.
Mothering is a tough job that we males can’t help but admire. If we had to focus on all the different things that mothers do, us males would go insane. They take care of scratches, they clean the house, they make supper, they drive kids to soccer practice. On top of all that, they have to go through all the hormones they have to put up with.
I often wonder, as I look back on the complete disaster that was my perceived perfect childhood, and I wonder. Is the mothering – or lack thereof – to blame? Or is it just me? Probably just dad.
I missed my mother more than I thought I would and I didn’t realized until I came home. I hasn’t even been that long. Maybe a month? But being absent even for that long has already changed things. She’s trying.
There is no other like you-I appreciate all you have done and I can never repay you- I am giving you your flowers while you live- I cry when you cry- I shed your tears- The meaning that you have is more than words can express- I pray your always happy- enjoy your rest…
The mother of all nations-taken in the womb and loved so deep- seeping peace and humility-embracing that which is yours-be respectful and enjoy. Take time out for those you love and be free to be-all the glory belongs to you OH GOd! CM
“Mothering? More like /smothering/, amirite?” The crowd is silent and I realize, with a creeping horror, that today is Mothers Day. My act is ruined.
Mothering. I know what that definition is, or what it could be. It probably doesn’t mean to me, however, what it means to you. And that is all.
She hadn’t ever really been prepared for the swelling in her bosoms and the rounding of her stomach. The tailored suits to impress the executives didn’t fit anymore, and they don’t make slacks with elastic waists.
Yet when it kicked inside her, she was willing to leave it all behind.
Mothering I think is like taking care of your kids and feeding them, also I think of a deer taking care of its baby fawn. I think of mother animals caring for their babies.
Mothering is like when a kid cries or does something that hurts them and the mom helps them or babies them. Mothering is like calling someone a mama’s boy because your mom is always trying to help you out.
The word mothering is unfamiler to me. Though by desifering the word i deliev it means, to mother sothing. Also to care for or
Mothering is the process of taking care of someone. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a child because someone can mother an adult too.
Mothering is what mothers do and that is comforting you and making sure that your always going to be your little boy.
Mothering is for mothers to baby their children. Comfort them when something bad is going on, or when they are sick. Mothering is basically only for mothers or grandmothers. I dont know much about mothering because I am not a mother nor am I a female.
When I see this word it makes me think of birth. Because when a human or animal has a baby they clean it and feed it. When i think of this word it makes me think of babies, because when babies are born they need to be nursed.
I think mothering is when a person takes in another person, most likely an adult taking in a child, and treats them like they are their mother.But, I am not entirely sure what this word means.
I don’t know much about what mothering means but the root word is mother. Mother is someone’s mom. A mom is a woman who gives birth to a child. Mothering probably means if you are a mother, you are mothering your child.
Mothering is very weird word. Mothering is another word for mother. Here is an example of the work in a sentence: Ca
Having children is one of the most precious gifts a woman can have. Mothering children is simply divine – even if it is not always smooth sailing!
Moths back to mothers
worship sacred pillars
dance in rings around rings
of fire.
Singed bodies? No, cadaverous trails
Mothering
Moths in rings
Isn’t it funny, she thought, with palpable bitterness, how mothering is just one letter short of smothering.
“You did say you’d see me again,” she said, turning away from the hills and the rising sun. Her hands rested on her belly, which looked even rounder this morning.
“Aye,” he replied. “I must admit though, I never thought you’d take on to be the mothering sort.”
“Where life lives, life fades,” she said, “and what fades must be replaced by something new.”
“What’s happening to you then?”
She started to reply, but could only look away.
Wow. That word. It feels my days, my nights, and every breath and thought. At this moment, even with everyone asleep, the day starting quietly, it is all I am for this time in my life. Everything else is tertiary.
Mothering is something that I do when I take care of my boys. It is fascinating to see mothering in the animal world as well, as we see videos of mother animals with their young. The motivation may be different, but the results seem to be very interesting, and as far as in literature, there are fabulous mothers and horror.
She’d spent her days mothering them, coddling them with gems and bits of meat. When they reached maturity, around day 91, she waited for the hour in which her reward would arrive.
A thousand hungry mouths opened up to her. She almost thought she could hear the word “mother” in the whisper of their millions of little legs scrambling up her.
It’s the one thing that I can say has honestly shaped more of who I am than any other thing. She’s indestructible, invincible. She has taught me to overcome, to persevere, to never quit. She is incredible, a rock. That’s why she’s my hero.
Mothering. A gift from God. A hard task, but rewardable. Seeing your plump little baby grow into a teenager, get wed, have a child of their own. The neverending natural process repeats its self.
Mother, love, kindness, everything good and beatiful, woman, good feelings,
Babysitting a child was not as easy as I had thought; yet mothering a child turned out to be worse. As Kate tripped over her new Barbie car, opened her pink mouth and wailed, I was taken back to my youthful days when life seemed so… open.
oh, come here and give me a hug sweetie. You look like you haven’t eaten in days. Poor thing. When did you last sleep, hon? Let me fix you something. Fried bologna?
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She loved kids she really did but there were times when she just couldn’t take it anymore! It was four in the morning and she had things to do later that day, the woman needed her beauty sleep, then again this was one of the prices she paid for having a job and a kid.
Going over to her child’s crib, her arms went in and picked up the one month old child by it’s head and back with each of her hands. The newborn mother swayed back and forth attempting to lull her child to sleep with classical lullbays.
i want it, i want it all!
The fame, the buzz, the fortune!
The next champion to fight my way to the top!
I want it! I need it!
I’m gonna get it, no matter how long it takes!
Victory and power will be mine!
I can’t even write about this word. I fucking hate my mom. She is a lying condescending bitch and a complete piece of shit. I wish she was dead. And no, I really don’t care how that makes me appear.
From when she was a young cub, the only daughter of the Grizzled Mane clan was very boisterous and haughty. Her mother attempted to raise her to be civil and ‘ladylike’, but her attempts went unheard and astray. For so many years, the girl’s mothering made her feel restrained and tied down. Until at last, when she was older, she ventured out into the wilderness to find her own destiny.
Every time this word pops into my head all i could ever think about s my own mother. Mothering has many different terms and connections to it but for me, i would just like it call it
“mother’s love”
What is a mother? Just a woman you say. Well that’s only a brief statement. A mother is someone who would sacrifice anything for their child. Someone who would love their child no matter what their child was born with; disabilities or illnesses. A mother’s neverending love for their child is the strongest thing in the world.
Don’t think, just write. Mothering is something I could use right about now. I’m sitting here at 0500 thinking that I have a few minutes of writing ahead of me. First, I start here at one word dot com, then head over to 100 words dot com, then I finish at 750 words dot com. If I feel really loquacious, then I’ll also work on prosebox dot com and open diary dot com. But all I can think about is how nice it would be to get some mothering instead. I miss my Mommy.
It itches him like nothing else should. Had he obtained sharper claws throughout his life here in Melbourne instead of quiet ones for stalking (mainly), he might have cut them down. Maybe he would have knocked Todd Allison down with a blunt object and tripped Petunia down some stairs. Maybe he would have done away with them both.
But he doesn’t and he blames himself for the scratching and clawing, the bristling in his skin when he shoves all other worries aside and stalks out into the street. He doesn’t see the point in their worrying, their demands or concerns about his well-being (of all THINGS) and their gullible mothering. He only has himself to blame-
And damn, does it itch like nothing else.
She always made sure I had an undershirt on before leaving the house. She liked to make sure my shoe laces were tied with double knots. At the front door she would always present me with a paper bag, sandwiches wrapped in cling wrap and a small Tupperware box of biscuits as usual tucked away inside.
I missed it when it was gone. I entered the adult world and left behind something that had for the last eighteen years shaped my life. I made my own sandwiches, I tripped over my shoelaces almost every morning, and I mourned for a mother still alive.
Mothering is a tough job that we males can’t help but admire. If we had to focus on all the different things that mothers do, us males would go insane. They take care of scratches, they clean the house, they make supper, they drive kids to soccer practice. On top of all that, they have to go through all the hormones they have to put up with.
I often wonder, as I look back on the complete disaster that was my perceived perfect childhood, and I wonder. Is the mothering – or lack thereof – to blame? Or is it just me? Probably just dad.
I missed my mother more than I thought I would and I didn’t realized until I came home. I hasn’t even been that long. Maybe a month? But being absent even for that long has already changed things. She’s trying.