Quotes About Parenting

Back in the old days it was considered normal to hand your two-month old baby to a nanny or some local lady with a houseful of brats. At the most, people kept a child until pre-school and sometimes pre-pre-school if there was a government program in place—Head Start or some such that did little besides destroying the concept of motherhood.

As a dad I'm emotionally dedicated but I'm not 'figuring out their life plans'. But of course as I'm telling them about the rights of wrongs I'm thinking back to what I was like at their age.

My mom is a very warm, typical sort of Jewish-mother type. And my dad has a somewhat, um, different personality.

Daughter, "Daddy, do rice and beans really make you grow big and strong?" Dad, "Yes." Daughter,"Are you sure?" Dad,"Yes." Daughter, "Then why are you so short?

Uelskede børn er ofte underkastet voksnes normative tryk, som er stærkere end deres kærlighed. Børnene organiseres i stedet for at elskes,

At give afkald på for sen forældrekærlighed er den eneste mulighed for at løse sig fra forbandelsen. Ordet 'afkald' kan føre til den falske antagelse, at denne nødvendige proces kan klares som en viljessag alene. Men sådan er det ikke.

Men netop den uelskede, som føler sig svag, har specielt meget brug for at give afkald på forældrekærligheden . Alt for megen energi er bundet til hans fortvivlende længsel. Mon det svage menneske, han anser sig selv for at være, overhovedet findes? Skal der ikke mange kræfter til at lade sig gøre så svag? Har styrken ikke skjult sig under svaghedens maske?

Parents are the bones on which children sharpen their teeth.

I never resented you. What I resented was Mom not choosing to spend any of her free time with me. I only wanted to be left alone until I was, if that makes any sense.

Era completamente diverso con te ed Em, vi teneva sempre in braccio, parlava con voi come foste adulte. Non vado matta per queste cose e gli voglio bene tuttora, ma quando mi abbraccia è diverso da quando lo fa papà. Il mio vero papà è un disastro, ma ogni suo abbraccio mi fa sentire come se non volesse mai lasciarmi andare. Con David sembra sempre che stia domandandosi quando è il momento di lasciarmi andare.

Haven't I been a good father?" he asked Joseph. "I always

Richard Ramirez was the fifth and last child born to Julian Tapia Ramirez and his wife, Mercedes. They had had three boys, a girl, and finally Richard—or Richie, as the family affectionately calls him.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.

They mess you up, your mom and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had, and add some extra, just for you.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy stern And half at one another's throats.

Alf then told John he must choose between going with Mummy or staying with Daddy. If you want to tear a small child in two, there is no better way.

Jag har aldrig varit förtjust i småbarn. Ruggiga små bestar som läcker i båda ändarna, och inte har de någon respekt för lergods heller.

his youngest child, a four-year-old girl whom he adored, had suddenly fallen ill and lay dying.

Spockian parents feel it's their responsibility to make their child into the most all-around perfect adult possible, and although what this leads to may look like "permissiveness," it's actually more totalitarian, for the child no longer has a private sphere. His entire being has been taken over by parental aspirations. .

J'ai fait de ma fille un être de papier. J'ai tous les soirs transformé mon bureau en théâtre d'encre où se jouaient encore ses aventures inventées.

Children wish to be engaged with directly, even when a parent is willing to speak for them.

When I was born it was Simon who they'd put once more into his arms, the dream of a child he could mold in his own image. It certainly wasn't me, a half-baked attempt at life, a rough sketch showing no familiar traits whatsoever.

When I lovingly prepare breakfast for my future children, I'd at least like to know that I served them Monsanto-engineered cornflakes with rBGH-infused milk, diazinon-sprayed strawberries, and irradiated bananas.

We spend the first twelve months of our children's lives teaching them to walk and talk and the next twelve telling them to sit down and shut up.