Quotes About Parenting

T]he parent-child relationship was one way, you gave them all your love and they were under no obligation to pay a penny back. Of course, if they did love you then that was the icing on the cake with cherries on top. And chocolate shavings and those little silver balls that cracked your fillings.

Parenting is like writing, most people just make it up as they go along.

Pamela produced placid babies. They don't tend to turn feral until they're two, she said.

The kid looked up from her wampum and stared inscrutably at her and then, for the first time since Tracy bought her, Courtney smiled. A beatific sunbeam of a smile. Tracy beamed back, a bubble-burst of mixed emotion – ecstasy and agony in equal, confusing measure inside her – rising in her chest. Jesus. How did parents manage with this kind of stuff on a daily basis? She found herself blinking back tears.

but how could you spoil a child—by neglect, yes, but not by love. You had to give them all the love you could, even though giving that much love could cause you pain and anguish and horror and, in the end, love could destroy you.

After he was born, the midwife said, "Boys wreck your house, girls wreck your head." Archie seemed intent on doing both.

Sylvie's children really only came into focus for her when in isolation. Together, they were an unwieldy flock, singly they had character.

He that has trained his children for heaven, rather than for earth- for God rather than for man- he is the parent who will be called wise at the last.

If men do not keep on speaking terms with children, they cease to be men, and become merely machines for eating and for earning money.

That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?

And indeed, I am a warmhearted and thoroughly domestic man who gets up and makes pancakes for his children and kisses them on the head when he sends them off to their day.

My baby is weird man... when he get mad, he gets in the oven.

The young need old men. They need men who are not ashamed of age, not pathetic imitations of themselves. ... Parents are the bones on which children sharpen their teeth.

You think, "Aw man, I would never want somebody else's poop on my hand," but when it's your child, "Oh, it's not that bad, I'll just wash it off."

Call not that man wretched, who whatever else he suffers as to pain inflicted, or pleasure denied, has a child for whom he hopes and on whom he doats.

Those who are born of parents broken with old age, or of such as are not yet ripe or are too young, or of drunkards, soft or effeminate men, want a great and liberal ingenuity or wit.

We have a whole generation of men who don't understand how much they mean to their kids.

The majority of great men are the offspring of unhappy marriages.

I have a two year old. Just turned two a couple weeks ago, and he is my main man, he is my shadow. Every spare second, I am hanging with him.

Any man who'd make an X-rated movie ought to have to take his daughter to see it.

There should be a colossal mother going about the world to turn men over her lap and give them the slipper. They pine for it.

The man who disobeys his parents will have disobedient sons.

When a man spends his relief checks on green whiskey his children have a way of crying from hunger pains.

The wisest man may be a blind father.