“You have nothing in this world more precious than your children.
When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary,
when you are prone to sit on a rocker and meditate on the things of your life,
nothing will be more important as the question of how your children turned out…
Do not trade your birthright as a mother for some bauble of passing value…
The baby you hold in your arms will grow as quickly as the sunrise and the sunset of rushing days.”
Gordon B. Hinckley