Mothers Rock!

Filia_120504_9111 “To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.”
Maya Angelou
Filia_120504_9099 “The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women Filia_120504_9097“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”
— Washington Irving 
Filia_120504_9101 “It is the custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtinesses and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.”
― J. M. Barrie, The Adventures of Peter Pan


“Because I feel that in the heavens above
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning tears of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you,
You who are more than mother unto me.”
— Edgar Allen Poe, To My Mother



  1. Mairead KFyfa

    Jenna, how you find such appropriate words, over Which I lingered and remembered back to the observations of my own mothers actions- from way back over my own growing years in a far away land.. And I see from your quotes all of the qualities I clearly envisage in my minds eye– Even tho I am in the twilight zone of my life, yet your words magnify my ” little girl within , memories of my own Mama”.. Those years were all to fleeting & yet I learned much wisdom I have attempted to pass on to my own six offspring, and in love I sometimes cry but why? Where have those times passed on to? So round & round we go thru the circle of life! Hoping it leads us to a magnificent place we ve all referred to as Eternity. Where everyone knows the truth about all of life is the yearning for love and to be loved becomes REAL. Mairead Fyda Sent from my iPhone


  2. Mlf

    Just how lovely and oh so true is that pasage from “The Adventures of Peter Pan”! The mother mind truly does not rest at night until this mental housekeeping is complete. We know that when our children weep, we will taste the salt of their tears. So mightily we “rummage” through their little fears before they take too much root and plump up those “prettier thoughts” and place on top. Beautiful imagery! for beautiful mothers everywhere~

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