I tried to go after the boy, but my mother pulled me back.

Their mother pulled them out of public school because she did not consider the curriculum rigorous enough.

The mother pulled the little girl into her arms.

My mother pulled me to one side as the shanty men came through.

My mother pulled me inside, found the kindergarten room and knocked on the door.

My mother pulled me into the kitchen and lowered her voice.

My mother pulled herself together and we got along, somehow.

His mother pulls him away before he can find out anything.

I saw my mother pull into the lot and park.

Periodically the mother would, with her long arm, reach out and pull the child back.