My father died when I was seven, leaving a widow and five sons, ranging in age from five to seventeen. My mother was the most highly disciplined and hardest working person I have ever known, and this, combined with her love and gentleness, enabled her to make a success of each of her children.
A mother’s love for her son is a bond that can never be broken.
Mother and son – there has never been, nor will there ever be anything quite as special as the bond between us.
The only man who has stolen my heart is my son.
There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart.
Sons are the anchors of a mother’s life.
Men are what their mothers made them.
A son is the only man who can complete his mother’s womanhood.
Sons may turn into men, and grow out of their toys, but in the hearts of their mothers, they are still little boys.
Mothers consider their sons as the biggest creations and the source of light in their lives.
A mother is the first love of her son, and a son is a whole world for a mother.
Only one woman is able to love a man more than she loves herself. It’s his mother.
Divine love is rare to find, and the perfect example of it can be found in the way a mother loves her son.
A man can love different women during his life, but the love for his mother is timeless.
Do you have any suggestions on how to improve this page?
and then