I loved raising my kids. I loved the process, the dirt of it, the tears of it, the frustration of it, Christmas, Easter, birthdays, growth charts, pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.

I think while all mothers deal with feelings of guilt, working mothers are plagued by guilt on steroids!

What is free time? I am a single mother. My free moments are filled with loving my little girl.

I am truly my mother's son.

My sisters and mom raised me to respect women and open doors for them.

My mother gets all mad at me if I stay in a hotel. I am 31-years-old, and I do not want to sleep on a sleeping bag down in the basement. It is humiliating.

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.

Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.

Everyone checks out my mom. My mom's hot.

I want to be a cool mom.

Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? The mother.

I want to be more successful as a mother than I am in show business.

My mother worked in factories, worked as a domestic, worked in a restaurant, always had a second job.

I guess I was a mom so late in life, my daughter was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.

I think my mother is my biggest influence. There are so many things I hate about her but at the same time I am thankful for her. All I know is that when I am a parent I want to be just like my mom. I can talk to my mom more than any of my friends could talk to their parents.

I am so happy and thankful I made it a point be a stay-at-home mom.

I do lose my mind if I heard my kid call the nanny Mommy.

My mother told me on several different occasions that she was livin her dream vicariously through me. She once said that I was getting to do all the things that she would have wanted to have done.

My parents, especially my mother, were no influence on me whatsoever.