Mother Sample Clauses

Mother. Provided that the term “Mother” includes the step-mother.
Mother in-law as long as Your spouse continues to be married to You;
Mother. Although this input is very useful, it has never been decided that the number must be called by an emergency service. There’s currently no obligation to do this, which is why the contact person entered using this method is usually called when already in the hospital.
Mother. PL 1989, c. 133, §18 (RP).]
Mother. Maiden name Given name(s)Date of birth (yyyy/mm/dd) Religion: N/A ❑Place and date of Baptism (yyyy/mm/dd) N/A ❑Place and date of Confirmation (yyyy/mm/dd) N/A ❑Place and date of First Communion (yyyy/mm/dd) AddressCity/Town Province Postal code Phone:(home) (work) (cell) email Father: Last name Given name(s)Date of birth (yyyy/mm/dd) Religion: N/A ❑Place and date of Baptism (yyyy/mm/dd) N/A ❑Place and date of Confirmation (yyyy/mm/dd) N/A ❑Place and date of First Communion (yyyy/mm/dd) AddressCity/Town Province Postal code Phone:(home) (work) (cell) email Marital Status of Parents:Single 🞎 Common Law �� Civil Marriage 🞎 Religious Ceremony 🞎 Divorced 🞎
Mother. = λxλy[mother(x, y)] In contrast a noun like lightbulb would have the representation of a 1-place predi- cate (40):
Mother is to enjoy every Christmas with the child from 6:00 p.m. on the 24th day of December to 12:00 p.m. on the 25th day of December.
Mother. I thank you for a healthy pregnancy, a safe delivery and a speedy recovery. FATHER: With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my might I pray for the continued health of _____. MOTHER: I pray for her to be strong in mind and body, To grow steadily and sturdily in a home filled with joy and love. FATHER: I pray for her to become a person who greets the world With passion Courage Humility Wisdom And Humor MOTHER: With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my might I pray for God to watch over us, our family, and our community. FATHER: I pray for the ability to love and nurture _____, To provide for her and to educate her. MOTHER: I pray for the ability to understand _____, To allow her the freedom to grow.
Mother. See that? They’re flying north again for the spring. CHILD Why do they do that? MOTHER Just instinct. Or nature. They go where nature tells them to. Now, go have fun. And stay where I can see you. CHILD (exasperated) Can I go, now? MOTHER Say, ‘I will stay where you can say me.’ CHILD I will stay where you can see me. A MESSENGER whooshes by on his ten-speed behind them. More patrons of the park are gathering, some cutting through the park to reach work, others, especially the older ones, strolling to kill another day. MOTHER Good, then. Now fly away. The Child makes wings with his arms, zooming back and forth as he runs to the flock of pigeons strutting on the ground. He’s done this before, chased the birds up into the air, watching the flock fold on itself in midair before lighting again on the ground. Something’s different today. The pigeons are jittery, hopping off the ground in brief flight before returning again. The Child looks back to his Mother, who watches with a smile. He stomps on the ground, moving towards the middle of the flock, who dodge his footsteps but refuse to fly. He looks at his Mother and shrugs. Over her shoulder, the tress are slowly filling with more of the large predatory hawks, scores of them. Mother’s smile begins to fade a bit. Doesn’t seem normal for birds to ignore the child moving amongst them. Doesn’t seem right. She stands and calls to him across the green grass. MOTHER (cont’d) Why don’t you come back, okay? Maybe they’re sick. The child begins to tromp back to the bench, tossing a few balls of dough ahead of him. Then, one of the pigeons takes wing, followed by another and another until the whole flock is in the air, low to the ground but flapping madly, swirling around each other like a tornado of feathers. MOTHER (cont’d) (louder) Come back! The Child is fascinated as the birds whirl around him, keeping him at the eye of this storm of beaks and flapping wings. The hawks see the cloud of pigeons lift int the air and take flight. Soon they are in the mix, too, snagging pigeons out of midair and crippling them, feeding off them. Their large black bodies float and dive amidst the pigeons, until the hawks’ attention turn elsewhere. The kid gets it first. The hawks close the eye of the feathery tornado and attack the intruder in their midst with abandon. Claws tear, beaks, insistent, pull away at the flesh. One manages to burrow through one cheek. The Mother looks on in horror, rushing towards her son, who has collapsed to...