Quotes About Parenting

Dad is our first definition of masculinity.

Your mother didn't raise you to be a child forever.

Everyone else we knew growing up is the same: image of their parents, no matter how loud they told themselves they'd be different

Liv was never afraid of cot death or of Holly falling out of bed and hitting her head or any of the standard-issue parental boogeymen. All she worried about was that Holly might wake up, in the middle of the night, and think she was all alone.

Frank has a childhood memory of Ma "screeching at Jackie for being such a bold girl that her da had to go to the pub because he couldn't stand to be around her.

They say boys wreck your house and girls wreck your head, and it's the truth.

A child said to me 'Do you want to see my penis?' and I said 'Maybe when you're older' and his mom said 'What's wrong with you?' so I said 'Okay, show me your penis now I guess

When radical acceptance blossoms in our relationships, it becomes a kind of spiritual re-parenting that enables us to trust the goodness and beauty of who we really are. Just as good parenting mirrors back to a child that they are lovable, when we understand and accept others, we affirm their intrinsic worth and belonging. To receive this kind of Radical Acceptance can transform our lives.

He's your father, but first he is a man. A man is just a man, and that's all we have to wok with.

In so many ways, you can't choose what you give to your daughter, you just give her what you have.

But a man who is a father to a daughter is different from one who is a father to a son. One is the left shoe and the other is the right. They are the same but not interchangeable.

If you need a kid to keep you together, then how together are you?

Even a dog can make a bunch of puppies, but a real man raises his kids.

But a man who is father to a daughter is different from one who is a father to a son. One is the left shoe, and the other is the right. They are the same but not interchangeable.

Another favorite of hers was talking about what dogs were capable of. As in, "Even a dog can make a bunch of puppies, but a real man raises his kids." She made dozens of those observations. She aimed them at me constantly and I did my best to be the real man she had in mind. But she never told me anything about saying good-bye, because as far as she was concerned, real men didn't have any need for farewells because real men stay.

a man who is a father to a daughter is different from one who is a father to a son. One is the left shoe and the other is the right. They are the same but not interchangeable.

Don't make your daughter feel like she got to lay with who you want her to lay with, like you're some kind of pimp.

But the people in the old country love their children. We have big families, and by the time a child is a year old he knows where he fits in the family and what he should do and what he shouldn't do. He knows his parents love him but that they're not going to stand for any nonsense and tantrums. So he is satisfied and feels safe. American children never feel safe." -The Listener

Es una equivocación educar a los niños tan sólo en el ambiente familiar, rodeados de cariño afectuoso, sin hacerles saber que al otro lado de los seguros muros de su hogar hay un mundo de hombres impíos, deshonestos y amorales, y que tales hombres constituyen la mayoría.

That's really my goal now. I'm trying to be a positive role model to my kids and to just enjoy this ride, because it's hard. It's hard to enjoy it when you're in it.

Video games and computers have become babysitters for kids.

I'm not sure if I'm ready to have children. I asked a friend of mine who has children, "Suppose I do have kids. What if when they grow up they blame me for everything that's wrong with their lives?" She laughed and said "What do you mean if?

I remember when you'll be a month old, and I'll stumble out of bed to give you your 2:00 a.m. feeding.

It'll be when you first learn to walk that I get daily demonstrations of the asymmetry in our relationship. You'll be incessantly running off somewhere, and each time you walk into a door frame or scrape your knee, the pain feels like it's my own. It'll be like growing an errant limb, an extension of myself whose sensory nerves report pain just fine, but whose motor nerves don't convey my commands at all. It's so unfair: I'm going to give birth to an animated voodoo doll of myself.