Quotes About Parenting

a single outburst does not produce a difficult relational environment. It is only when a parent [or anyone] repeatedly and regularly uses anger to close conversations, in the broadest sense of 'conversation,' that a dilemma is framed. When a parent [or partner] uses anger or the threat of anger to dominate the emotional atmosphere, then even potentially good conversations with them lose spontaneity, openness and honesty.

Some children [and adults] conclude that a parent's [or partner's] anger is justified. It can be more painful to believe that a parent is uncontrolled, unreasonable, and spiteful than to see yourself at fault. It can be more painful to look on confusion and chaos that to make sense of a parents behavior by concluding that you deserve her punishment.

There comes a time when a woman needs to stop thinking about her looks and focus her energies on raising her children. This time comes at the moment of conception. A child needs a role model, not a supermodel.

When Steve came home from Sumatra, it was obvious how much he had missed his little girl. I had to smile when Steve sat down on the couch with Bindi, telling her of his adventures moment by moment, while she stared intently at him, trying desperately to puzzle out his words. "She really did miss you," I said. "No, she didn't," Steve scoffed. Then he added, his face brightening hopefully, "How could you tell?

I must have been a really tough kid to corral. I got disciplined quite frequently. I guess that would be the best way to say it. The rod, I wore out the rod. You know, Spare the rod and spoil the child? Well, I wore out the rod.

Having a kid, or supplying the sperm to fertilize an egg, and then not being around to offer support or guidance, doesn't give you the right to say, "I'm your father." You can say, "I'm the guy who made you," but that's about it.

Do we not sit for hours at a time before our computer or TV screens, amused at the debased activities we see, some of which might have made even the ancient pagans blush? The debasing goings-on draw our transfixed attention, in many cases resulting in turning over to their mesmerizing devices our children who desperately need nurturing. Are these not altars from which emanate the images made like corruptible man?

listened instead to the left-wing, anti-biblical teachings of Dr. Benjamin Spock in the '50s.

What about kids?" "Well, a child is like a third, smaller ball that appears as part of the big one. You've no way of knowing what color it will be.

La niña es un verdadero diablillo, que viene a acariciarme deseándome la muerte: "¡Cómo me gustaría que te murieras, mamaíta...!" La riñen, y me dice: "¡Pero si es para que vayas al cielo! ¿No dices que tenemos que morirnos para ir allá?" Y cuando está con estos arrebatos de amor, desea también la muerte a su padre».

King George V and Queen Mary had been inadequate parents. Both were shy, inhibited, inarticulate people, not given to displays of emotion or affection.

comes as a genuine shock to parents of children to whom nothing has been denied that they should turn out selfish, demanding and intolerant of the slightest frustration.

For unflagging interest and enjoyment, a household of children, if things go reasonably well, certainly all other forms of success and achievement lose their importance by comparison.

He and I have come full circle, except that now he's the child and I'm the adult. This time, he's begging me to stay and I'll soon be the one walking out the door. The cruelty of my next thought shames me: You reap what you sow.

If a child doesn't have a secure and stable relationship after a parent leaves, she keeps her feelings inside because it's not safe to put them out there. Later on the child thinks, 'I'm not going to trust you.' Her future attachments get compromised, because she never worked through the attachments she did have. All she had to do was protect herself, and part of that protection was not to attach to anyone.

There must be such a thing as a child with average ability, but you can't find a parent who will admit that it is his child.

Parents have a child, and in doing so they bring into the world a monster that kills everything it comes in contact with.

I'm doing naughty things, I'm drinking too much, I'm going to clubs. It really didn't matter to me, other than the fact that some parents wouldn't let their kids hang out with me.

Although I often give in to my daughter, she is fully aware that I am the only one at home who will discipline her if she is naughty.

You never know how your kids are going to turn out. You can raise them with all the best intentions, and then they're own people, and they have their own inner conflicts. You just hope you've given them some good stuff to navigate with.

As a mother, I don't want any girl twerking near my kid at a bat mitzvah.

I've had some friends that are actually homosexual. And, I mean, they know where I stand, and they know that I wouldn't have them anywhere near my children. But at the same time, they're people, and they're going to do their thing.

As parents we're not nearly as computer literate as our children are.

As for our garments, my Mother did not only delight to see us neat and cleanly, fine and gay, but rich and costly: maintaining us to the heighth of her estate, but not beyond it.