I want my daughter to be proud of me and look up to me. I think early on in my pregnancy I realized that to be the mom I want to be I had to change my life and that's what I'm doing.

My daughter's name is Neesyn Dacey but everyone calls her Dacey. Her mom chose Neesyn and I chose Dacey after she was born. The mother is a good friend of mine who I was seeing a while ago. We are no longer together.

I never Tweet about my daughter. Never. I just want to be respectful of her privacy. My job as a mom is to know when to open my mouth and when not to.

Mothers send strips to daughters to make a point. Daughters smack strips down on the breakfast table to make a point. My own mom sometimes cuts a strip out and sends it to me to make sure I understand her.

I guess I was a mom so late in life my daughter was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Mothers don't let your daughters grow up to be models unless you're present.

It's the moms of this nation - single married widowed - who really hold this country together. We're the mothers we're the wives we're the grandmothers we're the big sisters we're the little sisters we're the daughters. You know it's true don't you? You're the ones who always have to do a little more.

I've been advised not to have any more children for medical reasons so that's it - the shop has closed even though I would have loved a daughter.

Remember I'm a doctor's daughter. So obviously I'm interested in all medical things.

I finally got a chance to talk to my daughter from my previous marriage. I just got married May 3 to my beautiful wife but we don't see each other much.

I was gone so much in my first marriage. I love the moments when I engage with my youngest daughter now. It's not my thing to sit on the ground and play tea party but I'll do it because it's a moment that will stick with me forever.

You know my friends with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house favored old barren reason from my bed and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

Feminism is dated? Yes for privileged women like my daughter and all of us here today but not for most of our sisters in the rest of the world who are still forced into premature marriage prostitution forced labor - they have children that they don't want or they cannot feed.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

My daughter the one who lives nearby is raising her children to be very much aware. We went on a nature walk on Monday I'm learning so much from her.

The current leadership of the Labor party react to the idea that working-class students might study the subjects they studied with the same horror that the Earl of Grantham showed when a chauffeur wanted to marry his daughter.

Well knowledge is a fine thing and mother Eve thought so but she smarted so severely for hers that most of her daughters have been afraid of it since.

The script was just the best I'd read in a long time and I love the humor which I wasn't expecting and I like the fact that my six year old daughter can see the show without being you know protected from it.

When I think about the world I would like to leave to my daughter and the grandchildren I hope to have it is a world that moves away from unequal unstable unsustainable interdependence to integrated communities - locally nationally and globally - that share the characteristics of all successful communities.

What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?

My wife is the boss at home and my daughters are the bosses. I am just the worker. We are a very warm family and very happy.

I have a five year-old son and a three year-old daughter. I want my son to have a choice to contribute fully in the workforce or at home. And I want my daughter to have the choice to not just succeed but to be liked for her accomplishments.

Most fathers don't see the war within the daughter her struggles with conflicting images of the idealized and flawed father her temptation both to retreat to Daddy's lap and protection and to push out of his embrace to that of beau and the world beyond home.

When I come home my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug and everything that's happened that day just melts away.