Quotes About Parenting

But how can an ordinary girl not know this? Had Varana's mother not bothered to teach her anything at all or just shouted complaints from a distance while her children fought and argued amongst themselves like wolf cubs?

Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritance.

Do all kids have to worry about their parents' mental health? The way society is set up, parents are supposed to be the grown-up ones and look after the kids, but a lot of times it's the other way around.

They needed a reason why a little kid would commit murder, someone or something to point the finger at, and I think they were relieved when they hit upon horror movies as the culprit. But there's no reason a child commits murder, just as there's no reason a child gets lost. What would it be - because his parents weren't watching him? That's not a reason, it's just a step in the process.

Home life's great, man. The kids are great, happy and healthy. I've reached this sort of wonderful precipice.

I grew up with no money. My kids will grow up with a lot of money and so it's really important to me, and it will always be a part of my parenting, to keep them conscientious and connected socially to other people.

Roland made a mental note to wash the boy's mouth with Irish Spring when they got back home to Ohio.

Now let's move on to the subject of how a real man treats his wife. A real man doesn't slap even a ten-dollar hooker around, if he's got any self respect, much less hurt his own woman. Much less ten times over the mother of his kids. A real man busts his ass to feed his family, fights for them if he has to, dies for them if he has to. And he treats his wife with respect every day of his life, treats her like a queen - the queen of the home she makes for their children.

Why did Mama say that? Had Papa made her angry again? He made her angry a lot. Gran said it was on account of his "hores." One time Celia asked Nurse what a hore was, and Nurse paddled her and told her that was a bad word. Then why did Papa have them?

Why do you think so many women have so many children when some of them know how to prevent it?" He tilted his pelvis up against her. "Because we randy fellows are so good at this that we make you forget.

Similarly, it goes for you, too. You too have the necessary intelligence to live your life to the fullest. Now the problem is that you want your child to be intelligent your way, not his. You want the child to be intelligent the way you understand intelligence. Now, your idea of intelligence is, your child should become a doctor. Maybe he would have made a wonderful carpenter

Many senseless people who don't even know how they should live are going on producing more children. They have not even learned how they should live. Forget about enlightenment; they don't even know how to keep their physical body! They don't know what the human form is. They don't know how to keep their emotions; they don't know how to keep their mind in balance. Why are these people going on producing children?

If you don't know how to keep yourself as a joyous, peaceful and loving human being, what can you do for your child? Your child will only imbibe your tensions, anger, anxiety and every other nonsense. If you are really concerned about your child, first you must be willing to transform yourself.

you look at your child with intelligence, do you see that to get him everything that he asks for is sheer stupidity?

If you are incapable of transforming yourself, where is the question of you bringing up your child? So is it not better that you think it over before giving birth to a child, whether you are capable or not, whether in this life you need it or not? Isn't it?

By trying to make things easier for their children, parents can make things much harder for them.

Most mothers worry when their daughters reach adolescence but I was the opposite. I relaxed, I sighed with relief. Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life sized.

At school, he enacted a major piece of treachery against his parents. His right hand was Evil Dad, and his left was Righteous Mom. Evil Dad blustered and theorized and dished out pompous bullshit. Righteous Mom complained and accused. In Righteous Mom's cosmology, Evil Dad was the sole source of hemmoroids, kleptomania, global conflict, bad breath, tectonic-plate fault lines, and clogged drains, as well as every migraine headache and menstrual cramp Righteous Mom had ever suffered.

She expected too much from me, I felt. She expected me to vindicate her life for her, and the choices she'd made. I didn't want to live my life on her terms. I didn't want to be the model offspring, the incarnation of her ideas. We used to fight about that. I am not your justification for existence, I said to her once.

His mother said that all children were arsonists at heart, and if not for the lighter he'd have used matches.

I remember thinking when the girls were born, first one and then the other, that I should have had sons and not daughters. I didn't feel up to daughters, I didn't know how they worked. I must have been afraid of hating them. With sons I would have known what to do.

I am a believer in sensible choices, so different from many of my own. Also in sensible names for children.

Because I am a mother, I am capable of being shocked; as I never was when I was not one.

You were such a sensitive child. So easily wounded. So I told you those things. I didn't want you to feel defenseless in the face of life. Life can be harsh. I wanted you to feel protected, and to know that there was a greater power watching over you. That the Universe was taking a personal interest.