Top 66 Mommy Quotes

I love social media and the ability to connect to new people through Twitter and Facebook and share my real time experiences with my mommy network.

And I think my daughter knows now that our life is split in two. Half of the year is spent with Mommy working and the other is spent with no work in sight.

Some people have a phobia of midgets. They’re, like, scared of them. I have the opposite – I see them, and I want to hold them down, cuddle them, be like, ‘Come here, you little nugget. Who’s your mommy now?’ So cute!

I have a 4-year-old and a 14-year-old, and think I missed a recital and a graduation, and they were like ‘It’s OK mommy, we’ll take pictures.’ It was my upset, though… they were just fine! I just give them a kiss and a hug and let them know that I love them every day.

I’d lose my mind if I heard my kid call the nanny Mommy.

I agree that mommy wars are not good for any mothers: that such wars are time and effort wasted.

I’m used to getting up at 7, getting breakfast, getting the kids off to school, and doing the mommy thing and the wife thing and the daughter thing.

Brad and I have never wanted our kids to be actors, but we also want them to be around film and be a part of Mommy and Daddy’s life and for it not to be kept from them, either. We just want them to have a good, healthy relationship with it.

My mom did this really cool thing: when ‘Pulp Fiction‘ came out on video, she made, like, a ‘mommy edit.’ She took two VCRs and dubbed ‘Pulp Fiction’ from one tape to the next and edited out all the parts she thought were unsuitable for a kid. It was basically, like, the opening and ending credits.

Christmas brings us great music: Everything from Handel’s ‘Messiah‘ to ‘White Christmas,’ to ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.’

It benefits my girls to see a mommy who is living her dream.

I came from a supportive home with a mommy and a daddy, and they had everything I wanted.

But my family‘s really close and I was interested in what Mommy and Daddy did for a living. So when Mommy and Daddy had a script that wasn’t totally age inappropriate, they would let me read it. And we would talk about it.

I think my kids give mommy more attention than they give me.

I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white, and it says, ‘You may have fooled some of the people some of the time, but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent, and I’m not your mommy; I’m a white piece of paper. You wanna dance with me?’ and I really, really don’t. I’ll go peaceable-like.

When I told Carmen I was pregnant with another boy, she came to me and said, ‘Mommy, how about you have another girl then you can have another boy?’ And I told her it doesn’t work that way.

I remember being in Atlantic City once when I was 18 or 19, and a sea of people were screaming and pulling their hair because I was there. It was weird. Nobody deserves adulation like that. I tried to explain it to my kids once. I said, ‘Mommy used to be kind of cool, kind of like a Britney Spears.’

The more Mommy blogs going nuclear over playground etiquette I read and birthday parties of glazed adults munching cupcakes like demoralized zombies I attend, I realize this is what my friends who conceived before me meant by, ‘You just won’t care.’

It’s very important that we instill some respect for the parents. In America especially, the kids are unruly, screaming at Mommy and Daddy, running the show.

The best sex education for kids is when Daddy pats Mommy on the fanny when he comes home from work.

You don’t really know what your children are made of until the mommy engine of the family shuts down, and they are forced to step up and become the care-takers.

My feeling about my own work is, I could be writing ‘The Aeneid’ and they would still have to call it chick lit or mommy lit or menopausal old hag lit.

When I’m a little bit upset, my eyebrow goes up, and that is a trait that my beautiful mother passed down to me. We always knew in the house: ‘Mommy’s upset; her eyebrow just went up.’

I get my flow from Daddy, my singing ability from Mommy, the camera stuff from both. That’s just what happens when you hang out with the Smiths.

Mommy, why does daddy cuss the TV and call it Howard?

I started as a mommy blogger, and it’s been really great.

We have a nanny in the house, but there are always times when one of my kids does something bad or wrong, and they’ll listen to me more than they do the nanny. So I think it’s important to set up that boundary of respect for them at a young age, so they will know, ‘I better listen to Mommy.’

My first and most important job is being a mommy.

I never got with Dre for money because he didn’t have a driver‘s license, a car or insurance… or a house. We lived with his Auntie, who I ended up calling mommy.

There’s something universal about illness… Whether you like it, at some level all patients are saying, ‘Daddy, Mommy, help me, tell me it’s going to be alright.’

I’m kind of floating out there as an artist. I’m in a safe place where I can play a girlfriend or a best friend or a mommy or a lawyer, but a huge part of me is unused. I’m classically trained, historically inclined and somewhat revolutionary by nature, so I’m frustrated as an artist.

I’ve started the adoption process… I really want to be a mommy.

Actually, for me, it’s really funny because I play characters with mommy issues more than anything, and I have a great relationship with my mom!

When I started on the ‘Burnett’ show, I was just out of high school, and when we went off the air, I was 28 years old, married with two kids. At that point I felt I really wanted to be mommy to my children. But I found that after a year and a half, I really missed the part of myself that was an actress.

My parents met during their time at Cal Berkeley while they were both on the gymnastics team. Due to their intense gymnastics background, I started doing ‘Mommy and Me’ classes when I was 2 years old.

When I feel like I’m not doing what I am supposed to as a mother, I will torture myself. I don’t know how to deal with it. I find some consolation in the fact that all mommies feel it. If there was a way to cure mommy guilt, I would bottle it and be a bazillionaire.

I always laugh about it because when I come in with hair extensions or lashes or all this makeup, she’s like, ‘Take it off, mommy, you’re beautiful just the way you are.’ It’s amazing to think that a 6-year-old can have what so many women of my generation are struggling to figure out.

In the Dominican, there are a lot of kids who need help. I just do that for my mom because my mom liked to help a lot of kids in the Dominican. Whoever I am right now is because of her. She gave me the education; she always took care of me like a mommy.

There are all of these people that say, my mommy doesn’t love me enough, my daddy doesn’t hug me enough. There are some people that would want to coddle them somewhere. I want them to shut up and stop whining.

I loved Mommy and Me. I would go every day of my life. I had fun. I thought it was the best thing ever.

I am an actress, a producer, a philanthropist, a wife, and above all a mommy to my beautiful babies, Leonardo and Valentino.

First of all when you’re a mommy like you like the consistency of being on a show like that’s just peace of mind, I know I have financial, you know stability.

I’m concerned about my daughter because she will not believe in Santa Claus. No matter what I say to her, she just doesn’t buy it, and she’s 2. I refuse to give it up. I say, ‘There is a Santa Claus,’ and she says, ‘Okay, Mommy. In pretend world, right?’ She really doesn’t believe.

Here’s the thing with the costumes for ‘Mommy’: Given the background and social strata that the characters come from, you can’t really imagine that they’ve gone shopping lately, so we went for that very normcore, fashionless era in history, the early 2000s, which was completely transitional.

I’m a Mommy’s Girl – the strongest influence in my young life was my mom.

My kids haven‘t watched one episode of ‘Growing Pains‘. I’ll tell you why. When our kids were little, we never wanted Mommy or Daddy to be the celebrity mom or dad to our kids.

You have to love your country like an adult loves somebody, not like a child loves its mommy. And right-wing Republicans tend to love America like a child loves its mommy, where everything Mommy does is okay. But adult love means you’re not in denial, and you want the loved one to be the best they can be.

I was always very maternal with my friends. I wasn’t the kind of little girl that played with dolls and pretended I was the mommy. I wasn’t that child, so when I say I was always maternal, I don’t mean in that sense – but I’ve always been a nurturer.

My mommy raised me so well.

People always have something to say about how long is too long or not long enough to breastfeed. I think this is such a personal decision that it can only be made between each baby and his or her mommy.

We all got older, and we’d tell our children things like, ‘Mommy used to be in a famous rock band,’ but they didn’t believe us. Part of the reason for our reunion was to show our children what we did to make the lives they have possible.

I always knew I was going to be a mommy, and because I came from a family of three kids, I always assumed I would have three!

My nine-year-old was trying to read my spiel. When she tried to pronounce the word ‘pharmaceutical,’ it was frightening. She would love to argue in the Supreme Court one day. My son asked me, ‘Mommy, why do you have to have so many arguments? Why can’t you have agreements?’

I love being a mommy, and I love being an artist, and I love being a singer and an actress and making a movie – all that stuff I feel very passionate about, so I have a lot of energy for it.

I definitely love to work, and I’m loving being a mommy, so I’d like to try to balance both.

I love sleeping in my son’s silly racecar bed. I love watching hours of ‘Yo Gabba Gabba.’ I love long playdates with his best friend Jack and traveling with Zev. Most of all I love coming home from work and seeing Zev run up to me saying, ‘My mommy’s home! My mommy’s home!’

Mommy smoked but she didn’t want us to. She saw smoke coming out of the barn one time, so we got whipped.

It’s a crazy world, and I just want to remain true to myself, if that means I remain true to my core group of friends that I’ve had for umpteen years and being a mommy.

When Jett puts my face in his hands and tells me, ‘Mommy you’re so pretty‘ or smells me, it’s so wonderful.

Now that the baby is coming, I will do a lot more balancing. I’m going to be a real mommy.

I always thought I was more of a mommy’s boy, because she was charming, talkative, a great storyteller. But as I dug back into my past, I realized I am exactly like my father on so many levels, although I never thought I inherited anything from him.

I have a dream! Someday I’ll show my children a map. I will tell them, ‘Mommy was here and here and there and there.’ That’s my dream.

I always wanted to be a mommy.

My goal is to keep the child alive. Once she starts talking, I’ll listen, but I know that I’ll need to join some mommy groups and ask people for help.

I’ve always dreamed of becoming a mother. I thought I would get married and do it all the traditional way, but life kept going on, my career kept me busy – and I had not stopped to become a mommy.

I was once part of a Christmas cabaret. I sang ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.’ I tap-danced. I had a ten-gallon hat. It was quite absurd.