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Being a mother changes perspective. Things that were once really important, the sole focus of your life, aren't the same.

I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.

A good mother remembers to serve fruit at breakfast, is always cheerful and never yells, manages not to project her own neuroses and inadequacies onto her children, is an active and beloved community volunteer. She remembers to make play dates, her children's clothes fit, she does art projects with them and enjoys all their games.

When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the simplest things - not the great occasions - that in retrospect give off the greatest glow of happiness.

My mother is a big believer in being responsible for your own happiness. She always talked about finding joy in small moments and insisted that we stop and take in the beauty of an ordinary day. When I stop the car to make my kids really see a sunset, I hear my mother's voice and smile.

A life-long blessing for children is to fill them with warm memories of times together. Happy memories become treasures in the heart to pull out on the tough days of adulthood.

Being a mother adds another emotional dimension, a feel for children that I didn't have before I had one. They were a pain before.

To realize that your mother's love life has been far more interesting than one's own is a weird thing to discover.

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.

Happy is the person who cherishes the precious lessons of the past and lives vigorously in the present.