Quotes About Parenting

It had to be hard to be the parent to your parent.

In families of white-collar workers, if children engage in physical activity only when parents ferry them to specially sanctioned places and times for formal sport, the illusion is created that real physical work is always an option, never a necessity. While that may serve your class aspirations (and it may currently reflect the reality of your life), it does not serve your child.

Oh, Daniel!" she whispered softly. "I am so sorry!" He pressed his finger to her lips. "Hush. I am not, Callie." His finger rimmed her lips. "I've a son to raise, a daughter to see. Oh, Callie!

As a parent, you do have to constantly remind yourself that you are not a god, molding a human in your own image. You are merely supporting whatever your child chooses to become, even if those choices don't always thrill you.

Parenting is a long lesson in letting go.

Why is it that parents always want to know every detail about your boring day at school?

Part of being a parent is rolling with the punches, so consider an unexpected pregnancy the universe's way of helping you to learn to do that.

Did you and dad eat the raw-violi I left in the fridge?" "Sort of. I mean, we considered eating it. It made its way onto the table. But we ended up having the rest of the rawkin' raw-sagna instead. (Rawkin' raw-sagna: a sorry excuse for a real lasagna made with uncooked squash slices, tomatoes, and cashew paste, and served on—what else?—Elvis dinner plates). I don't have the heart to tell her that dad chucked both dinners and ordered us a pizza.

Better wash up," mom says. "We'll be eating in a few minutes." I glance toward her mixing bowl, in which she's blending something resembling Cat Chow. Dad grimaces at the sight of it. "What do you say, Camelia?" he says. "Maybe after dinner and I can head over to Flick-tastic to rent a couple videos?" Translation: Let's save ourselves from this swill by hitting the drive-through of Taco Bell.

parenting always involves this balance between what you know, what you guess, what you fear, and what you imagine.

Rosie was also used to conflicting emotions, for she was a mother and knew every moment of every day that no one out in the world could ever love or value or nurture her children as well as she could and yet that it was necessary nonetheless to send them out into that world anyway.

Our first concern is his happiness of course; but not just today." Because it wasn't that simple, was it? Raising children was the longest of long games.

Parent time is magic: downtempo and supersonic all at once, witch's time, sorcerer hours. Suddenly, while you aren't paying attention, everything's changed.

She wasn't sure that parenting ever qualified as brave. Or maybe it always did. Because it's not like you got a choice.

Because when a little girl wants to wear jeans and play soccer, her parents are thrilled, but when a little boy wants to wear a dress and play dolls, his parents send him to therapy and enroll him in a study. We just don't know yet the long-term effects on these kids of puberty suppression.

You never have enough information. You don't get to see the future. And if you screw up, if with your incomplete, contradictory information you make the wrong call, well, nothing less than your child's entire future and happiness is at stake. It's impossible. It's heartbreaking. It's maddening. But there's no alternative.

A mom at a PTA meeting the year before had taken Rosie aside to advise her not to tack condoms to a bulletin board next to the bed, no matter how convenient a storage solution that seemed, a lesson she confessed, nodding at a first-grader in the corner licking paste off his fingers, she had learned the hard way.

But Rosie was also used to conflicting emotions, for she was a mother and knew every moment of every day that no one out in the world could ever love or value or nurture her children as well as she could and yet that it was necessary nonetheless to send them out into that world anyway.

Head colds should be tolerated. Children should be celebrated.

Parenthood is like that." She tried to be doctorly. "The harder the choice, the less likely any of the options are good ones.

It wasn't so much that she and Penn set out to practice Zen marriage equality and perfect-balance parenting. It was just that there was way more to do than two could manage, but by their both filling every spare moment, some of what needed to got done.

Parent time is like fairy time but real. It is magic without pixie dust and spells. It defies physics without bending the laws of time and space.

tiny human whose fate and future is entirely in your hands, who trusts you to know what's good and right and then to be able to make that happen. You never have enough information. You don't get to see the future. And if you screw up, if with your incomplete, contradictory information you make the wrong call, well, nothing less

Rosie knew this moment from raising four other children to this point already, the one where suddenly your kids know more than you do about something they've discovered all on their own, something real and important not just cartoons or video games. Amazing was exactly what it was." Chap. "Hedge Enemies