Quotes About Parenting

She would say: "But our boy is not a bad boy," to which my father retorted: "He is and always will be a good-for-nothing." Then mother would say again: "But bad he definitely is not," – because a woman must always have the last word.

No one chooses to raise children alone.

a good parent is as rare as snow in summer, I am afraid. Well." He smiled sadly. "It is possible I have some prejudices in this respect.

Ay Dios Mío Santo, help me make it through their puberties!

Kids who get Bart Simpson dolls too easily grow up to be punks who steal from candy stores, because they're used to getting whatever they want the easy way.

Dad said I had no respect for money and that if I didn't learn when I was little when was I going to learn? Kids who get Bart Simpson dolls at the drop of a hat turn into punks who steal from convenience stores, 'cos they wind up thinking they can have whatever they want, just like that. So instead of a Bart doll he bought me an ugly porcelain pig with a slot in its back, and now I'll grow up to be okay, now I won't turn into a punk.

Lots of parents are dying to sacrifice everything for their children," ......... Okay, it's true that, in the end, we'll disappear, but so what? In the end, everyone dies, and your father and me, we won't even die, we'll just fade away.

If my kids are doing well, then my life is going pretty well. And if my kids aren't doing well, it doesn't matter how the other elements of my life are. It's kind of amazing to have a context like that. This is really wonderful.

Parents are in a position to forgive when they remember two things. One, the child that I am rearing is God's child. God loved the child before I did; He will continue this love long after I am gone. Two, God's method of dealing with sin, even the most destructive kind, is forgiveness. I am not going to be able to improve on God's methods.

Premature praise is false praise. Praise is our end but not our beginning. We begin our lives crying, not smiling and cooing and thanking our parents for bringing us into this lovely world full of dry diapers and sweet milk and warm flesh. We kick and flail. We yell and weep. We have the popularization of a kind of religion that, instead of training people to the sacrificial life after the pattern of our Lord, seduces them into having fun on weekends.

A crying baby is the purest expression of the inanity of being human.

A trust—in the sense of a valuable asset placed in the care of someone to whom it does not ultimately belong—captures, more or less, my understanding of what it is to have a child.

Caretaking, she suggests, is not an inherent threat to liberty. "From a feminist, caring framework," Peterson writes, "liberty is not defined as complete separation and independence from the parent." If fathering still reminds us of oppressive control, mothering might help us imagine relationships based not just on power, but also care.

Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.

The best time to give advice to your children is while they're still young enough to believe you know what you're talking about.

The trouble with child training is that parents teach their children not how to behave, but how not to behave.

All parents are an embarrassment to their kids. Often, grandparents are the relief. Kids don't have to resist you.

Compared to the challenges or raising an autistic child, weightlifting is a relief.

It's a great relief that you're not as bad a parent as you thought you were.

Being able to go home to my kid is such a relief because he's such a happy kid. He balances my life out in such a good way.

I remember noticing, when I had my babies, how much I liked them, and not just loved them, but I was really into them. I knew I was going to be curious about them and up for the mayhem ahead. But at the same time, I remember noticing I was relieved this thing was present in me. And I hadn't realised there might be a doubt.

On the one hand, I'm so relieved that I've actually managed to finish my very first series and that I've been able to see my characters through to the end of their journeys. On the other hand, I feel like how parents must feel when they send their kid off to college. It's a bittersweet mix.

My parents are pretty religious, devout, but did they force it on me? No, I don't think so. I still think of myself as a Lutheran, just one who doesn't go to church.

I think being able to teach your children manners and to be respectful is one thing that you can do regardless to what class you come from or what religious belief you have.