Quotes About Parenting

I do eat well. I try to love my body. That is what I tell my daughter. I say, 'Love every bite of food. Love your body. We're all going to be dead soon.' Actually I don't say that last thing to her.

Mrs. Fletcher tells Mom over and over that she should be making more conversation with me, because apparently I'm at a "dangerous age." (She's got to be talking about menstruation. I haven't started yet, but there's probably some risk of bleeding to death if you're taken unawares the first time. I won't be caught unawares, though. That's not how I'm going out.)

It was clear to anyone who encountered the tsar and his daughters in the Alexander Park how much pride he had in his girls. 'He was happy that people admired them. It was as though his kind blue eyes were saying to them: "Look what wonderful daughters I have.

It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son - and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.

It takes a woman twenty years to make a man of her son, and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.

Once I'm discharged, we're offered the opportunity to stay an extra week at the adjacent 'Stork Hotel' as a family. This is for new parents who want to ease the transition from 'shit, we have a baby!' to 'shit, we're taking a baby home!' Here, nurses are on hand night and day for advice on how on earth to take care of the squalling pink thing that has somehow sprung from your loins.

After two weeks of paternity leave post-birth, (my husband) goes back to work before tying up loose ends to take ten weeks off to care for his baby. He has a big shiny job at one of the country's most profitable companies, but a dad taking time out, fully paid, to look after his child is recognised as something that's important and so is encouraged.

Their breakfast and dinner conversations aren't calculated to shield their children from the modern world. They just don't let the modern world rob childhood of its birthright

A baby-sitter is a teenager who gets two dollars an hour to eat five dollars' worth of your food.

A parent gives life, but as parent, gives no more. A murderer takes life, but his deed stops there. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.

The sad truth is that the civil rights movement cannot be reborn until we identify the causes of black suffering, some of them self-inflicted. Why can't black leaders organize rallies around responsible sexuality, birth within marriage, parents reading to their children and students staying in school and doing homework?

My wife and I spent the next few weeks in that strange world one enters when you fear for your child's life – the outside world, the real world, becomes a ghost world, and the people in it remote and indistinct. The only reality is intense fear, a fear driven by helpless, overwhelming love.

If there is any truth to my parenting the dreamwork movement, it comes from the power of the press.

Every baby needs a lap.

The Jordans never spoke of the exam, not until their son, Dickie, was twelve years old.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.

The child, a little girl with bare legs and long golden curls, was a being perfectly foreign to him, chiefly because she was trained quite otherwise than he wished her to be. There sprang up between the husband and wife the usual misunderstanding, without even the wish to understand each other, and then a silent warfare, hidden from outsiders and tempered by decorum.

Parents now are not expected to live at all, but to exist altogether for their children.

Till now I have always, thank God, been my children's friend and had their full confidence," said she, repeating the mistake of so many parents who imagine that their children have no secrets from them.

How sweet he is!" said Countess Marya, looking at the baby and playing with him. "This is what I don't understand, Nicolas," she turned to her husband. "How is it you don't understand the charm of these charming little miracles?" "I just don't, I can't," said Nikolai, looking at the baby with a cold gaze. "A piece of meat.

He was conscious of not caring as much for the boy as for the girl but did his best to treat them both alike. The boy felt this and did not respond to his father's cold smile.

There are no illegitimate children — only illegitimate parents.