Quotes About Parenting

In fact, if our kids are successful in every normal way, they can still miss God's main mark.

Teach your kids by modeling what you claim to believe.

The best reason I can think of for having children is that it is a marvelous excuse for taking naps." I

That's the problem with guilt, it's a two-way street; our children have to live with the things we do, and sometimes we have to live with their actions.

A recent article in the New York Times, "Google, Tell Me. Is My Son a Genius?," pointed out that parents today are 2.5 times as likely to ask online "Is my son gifted?" than "Is my daughter gifted?" and similarly 2.0 times as likely to inquire "Is my daughter overweight?" as they are for a son.

I had an amazing childhood, lots of love. But my dad worked his tail off, getting up at 4 in the morning and going off at 5, 6 o'clock, yet he always had time to spend with his kids and his wife.

It's like having a child. No matter how much and how closely you mind them, every mother I know has a story about how their child fell off the bed at least once. You can't be there all the time.

Parents are temporary custodians, keeping watch and offering love and trying to leave the child better than they found him.

You are only as happy as your unhappiest child.

behind her out in their yard screeching and laughing. Their dad was yelling: "Don't eat the

We've all seen the mom who devotes all her time and attention to her child and is so hungry for adult interaction that as soon as she's around another adult, she's not paying attention anymore.

It is almost impossible for a parent to hold a secret from a child. Children, without the skills of language, spend years developing instead an intuition. By the time they are fifteen, as I was, they are masters of a kind of clairvoyance that tells them, He is depressed, He is frightened, He is pleased.

According to this book I have been sowing the seeds of complexes and cultivating inhibitions in Bryan and Betty ever since they were a few months old. Feel much worried about this, but decide that it is too late now to do anything, and that Bryan and Betty must just take their chance.

she says she is delighted to have twins because they will be such nice companions for each other. They will do everything together, of course. The only thing that worries her is that she does not see how she and Jack can possibly afford to send them both to Eton . . . and it would never do to send one and not the other. I suggest that she should leave the future to look after itself.

As usual, when I slip the strap of the gas-mask container over my small daughter's shoulder, I experience a horrible sinking sensation and utter a fervent prayer that this precaution, insisted upon by the Government, may be unnecessary. My own gas mask does not trouble me in the very least and I can look it in the face without a tremor; it is only Betty's small but hideous protection which makes me feel sick.

Roger reflected that it was a pity children had to grow up; by this time next year Stephen would be a schoolboy and the childish innocence would have vanished . . . but one could not help it of course. One could only do one's best to see that the child grew into a boy and the boy into a man smoothly, and with the least possible suffering . . . and that there were as few "nasty things" as possible in his cupboard of memory to roll out unexpectedly and make him uncomfortable.

Mrs. Ayrton was equally bewildered. She picked up the book and began to turn over the pages and in a very few moments her idea that Shakespeare's Plays were suitable reading for the young received a severe shock. She replaced the book in her husband's library and informed her daughters that they were not to read Shakespeare's Plays.

I murmur faintly that Betty is very young, but Miss McCarthy treats this excuse with contempt, and decrees that Betty is to start on Thursday, 'and not waste any more precious time'. She hands me a printed list of the school uniform, and bows me to the door – I emerge from the interview completely disillusioned as to my adequacy as a parent.

From their earliest days the Lambert children had been brought up in accordance with the book and, as they were quite intelligent enough to realise that they could do exactly as they pleased without reproof, they took full advantage of their license. Most of their friends and acquaintances were of the opinion that the Lambert children were intolerable little nuisances but their parents doted upon them and had no eyes nor ears for anybody else.

She was thinking how odd it was that children grew up so quickly and grown-up people remained much the same. It was only yesterday (or so it seemed to Dorcas) that she had carried Simon upstairs in her arms. Now he could run up the stairs much faster than she could. Tomorrow, or soon after, he would have grown too big to play bears—he would not need her anymore.

Like every child of divorce, I had parent-trap fantasies. In fact, 'The Parent Trap' was my favourite movie. I was a Nineties baby, so I particularly loved the Lindsay Lohan version.

My kids are good artists, and they do a pretty good version of Dad in their caricatures.

I have my own grown-up versions of temper tantrums, too. I have a hard time not getting hurt when my kids have meltdowns.

I try not to get too rattled about things that aren't that important - there's a different outburst for when the kids are reaching for a knife in the kitchen versus the reaction I have when they just won't stop talking. And my wife and I have mellowed out as we've gone along.