We never know the love of our parents for us until we become parents.
Cleaning your house while the kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.
My children are in two places — on my nerves and in my heart.
Mothers, touch your children,
Fathers, hug them tight,
Let them know you love them
Morning, noon and night.
When the voices of children
Are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest witin my breast
And everything else is still.
