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Today is my mom's birthday. Writing her card, expressing how much I love her made me realize how much mothers put into their children, how much they sacrifice, and how much love and forgiveness is written into their souls. I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights.

When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always as to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.

The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.