Quotes About Parenting

Raising children is a creative endeavor, an art rather than a science.

If you really want to hurt your parents and you don't have nerve enough to be homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts.

What are you doing with the child?" I inquired cautiously. "I'm teachin' young James here the fine art of not pissing on his feet," he explained.

Sure, the killer was my son, but I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun. It's the killer on this TV screen, you can't blame me, it's the images he sees.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

We made an important decision regarding our family, and decided that we would bring them up as one family: sisters and brothers. Very simple. Not half or step or real, or whatever. They were our children, with no distinction as to who had arrived with whom, or how they were related (and it remains so to this day, not only to us, but to them).

He seemed so far away and suddenly so independent. She couldn't believe the time had finally come for him to leave for college, and she still looked depressed the next day at work.

change?" Liz asked plaintively. They never saw him anymore, he was either at sports, at school, or at his girlfriend's. Ever since he'd gotten his driver's license, she felt as though he only slept there.

try their own wings, and pick up the pieces when they fall. And whatever you do, no matter how hard you try, there's always something you did wrong that they never forgive you for. It's a thankless job. But the best one in the world.

You just do the best you can and love them a lot, no matter what." And let them go when it was time, which was the hardest of all.

Undressing him reminds me of trying to change a sleepy, uncooperative four-year-old into his pajamas.-Dom

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You would think that, by sheer chance, there would come a time when you daughter's two dances would be close together, ideally near the beginning. But the dance studio makes sure this never happens, using the same computer scheduling program that the cable-TV company uses to make sure that the technician, for whom you have been waiting eleven hours, rings your doorbell only when you have just commenced pooping.

The raising of a child is the building of a cathedral. You can't cut corners.

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I feel like a parent whose children prefer to stay inside and watch TV. The father pleads, It's a beautiful day. Why don't you go play outside? In this case, I feel like pleading, It's a completely spooky night. Forget the loud music--come outside and have a blood sacrifice or something! There's a full moon! (Jonathan Ames, Middle-American Gothic)

This was Josie's preferred method of parenting: go someplace like this, with grand scale and much to be discovered, and watch your children wander and injure themselves but not significantly. Sit and do nothing. When they come back to show you something, some rock or mop of seaweed, inspect it and ask questions about it. Socrates invented the ideal method for the parent who likes to sit and do very little.

His frustration with some Americans was like that of a disappointed parent. He was so content in this country, so impressed with and loving of its opportunities, but then why, sometimes, did Americans fall short of their best selves?

This was the common criminal pursuit of all contemporary humankind. Give my child an Ikea desk and twelve hours a day of sedentary typing. This will mean success for me, them, our family, our lineage. She would not pursue this. She would not subject her children to this. They would not seek these specious things, no. It was only about making them loved in a moment in the sun.

but her style of parenting was predicated on hoping for things over which she had little or no control.

The feeling that your daughter is a deviant already and will only get worse. In a flash, you can see her as a feral adolescent, as a dirty-bomb teenager, a burst of invisible and spreading fury. Where is she now? She's fled, not to her room but somewhere else, a closet, she always hides somewhere disturbing, a place befitting a German fairy tale. Believe

He knew exactly what it was like to lose a child. And that fact wouldn't matter in the least in this circumstance. There could be no commiseration among such people despite the seeming commonality of loss, because it was actually each parent's totally unique hell.

Number of children fathered got little enough to do with being a good daddy.' - Louisa Mae Cardinal

Why the hell don't kids call their parents anymore? Why don't they answer their phones? Why all this crazy texting shit?