“A boy’s best friend is his mother.Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains.To a mother, a son is never a fully grown man; and a son is never a fully grown man until he understands and accepts this about his mother.Son, you will outgrow my lap, but never my heart.
“Moms are as relentless as the tides. They just don’t drive us to practice, they drive us to greatness.
“A good son will never allow sorrow to befall her mother… and act as if he is an only child that cares… protects when no one dares… serves with his life in return… and most of all finds a wife that will love his mother too.Mothers are inscrutable beings to their sons, always.”
“Even more than the time when she gave birth, a mother feels her greatest joy when she hears others refer to her son as a wise .That strong mother doesn’t tell her cub, Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in.”
“There’s this boy who stole my heart. He calls me mom.There’s this boy who stole my heart. He calls me mom.Sons are the anchors of a mother’s life.
“For a mother the project of raising a boy is the most fulfilling project she can hope for. She can watch him, as a child, play the games she was not allowed to play; she can invest in him her ideas, aspirations, ambitions, and values — or whatever she has left of them; she can watch her son, who came from her flesh and whose life was sustained by her work and devotion, embody her in the world. So while the project of raising a boy is fraught with ambivalence and leads inevitably to bitterness, it is the only project that allows a woman to be — to be through her son, to live through her son.
“There is an endearing tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart.” — Washington Irving