I forgive my mom for being a psycho and my dad for being a loser.
I would go visit my mom on Sundays, and my brother was working on stuff. I'd go in there and sing a little melody, then we started working with words and the next thing you know it was just born organically without really trying.
There are days when I wonder why my mom couldn't be here to see this.
My mom is my best friend and my biggest cheerleader.
I sing seriously to my mom on the phone. To put her to sleep, I have to sing 'Maria' from West Side Story. When I hear her snoring, I hang up.
My mom was a dance teacher, so she put me in dance school when I was a kid. I did everything. I used to take ballet.
Motherhood is at its best when the tender chords of sympathy have been touched.
I'm like any working mom.
My mom is the type of mom who wonders why I haven't used my psychology degree to become a successful clinical psychologist.
I wanted to escape so badly. But of course I knew I couldn't just give up and leave school. It was only when I heard my mom's voice that I came out of my hiding place.
My mom calls me an older soul because, growing up, she taught me stuff real early. Now I spend most of my time chasing wisdom, chasing understanding.
My mother taught me to treat a lady respectfully.