Mother And Grandmother Quotes

My grandkids believe I’m the oldest thing in the world. And after two or three hours with them, I believe it, too.

We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.

What is it about grandparents that is so lovely? I’d like to say that grandparents are God’s gifts to children.

Uncles and aunts, and cousins, are all very well, and fathers and mothers are not to be despised; but a grandmother, at holiday time, is worth them all.

Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.

Varicose veins are the result of an improper selection of grandparents.

Grandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation.

You must torment people with your artistic delight, scaring mother and grandmother in the middle of the night.

One might almost fear,” writes a thoughtful woman, “seeing how the women of to-day are lightly stirred up to run after some new fashion or faith, that heaven is not so near to them as it was to their mothers and grandmothers.

Although I love all the great foods of the world, my death row meal would have to be cooked for me by my mother and grandmother (they live together and this happens on most Sundays). More than satisfy our hunger, these dinners nurture the soul.

Grandchildren don’t stay young forever, which is good because Pop-pops have only so many horsey rides in them.

Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, “Smile, Grandma!” – I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother’s lap.

A grandparent is old on the outside but young on the inside. If your baby is “beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the time,” you’re the grandma.

My mother and grandmother had me in church, and I was the kid that played in church. But pastor was telling me something totally different that there was a God. He knit me together in my mother’s womb. He made me special. He wanted to have a personal relationship with me.

I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.

You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.

My mother made sure we stayed involved in the church and the things of God. My relationship with Christ came about through that and the influences of my mother and grandmother helped my faith to grow.