Quotes About Family

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception. There were times I stayed in my room for days on end with headphones on, if only so that I would not have to listen to my mother cry. There were the weeks that my father worked round-the-clock shifts, so that he wouldn't have to come home to a house that felt too big for us.

When we sat down on the couch again, you curled up against my side, like you used to when you were a toddler. What I wanted to say to you, but didn't, was this: Don't use me as your model. I'm the last person you should look up to.

I didn't think i could possibly love another baby as much as I loved the one I'd already had, I continue. But the strangest thing happened when I held you for the first time. It was like my heart suddenly unfolded. Like there was this secret space I didn't even know existed, and there was room for both of you. I stare at her. Once my feelings were stretched like that, there was no going back. Without you, it just would have felt empty.

She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. "You haven't seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I'm not the great love of his life, the one he'll never forget." "You are to me," I say.

At that moment, Oliver realized that home is not a place, but rather, the people who love you.

We are so lucky to have our children, even for a little while, but we take them for granted. We make the stupid assumption that as long as we are here, they will be, too, though that's never been part of the contract.

Turn around, and the people you thought you knew might change. Your little boy might now live half a world away. Your beautiful daughter might be sneaking out at night. Your ex-husband might by dying by degrees. This is the reason that dancers learn, early on, how to spot while doing pirouettes: we all want to be able to find the place where we started.

My mother walks forward. She's crying, but there's a smile on her face. For God's sake, is it any wonder I can't ever understand what you people are feeling?

Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.

He gently touched his mother's cheek, felt her sorrow slip over his fingertips.

I have never understood why it is called losing a child. No parent is that careless. We all know exactly where our sons and daughters are; we just don't necessarily want them to be there

But even if every house looked identical-if all the furnishings were the same- it still wouldn't feel like yours. That's because home isn't where you are. It's who you're with.

Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.

I think about following her, but I want to give Zoe a minute alone with her mother. I want them to have the shift and redistribution of their relationship that I never got to have with my own mom, that acrobatic feat of love where everything is turned upside down and yet they are both still able to keep their balance.

A mother has nine months to get used to sharing the space where her heart is; for a father it comes on sudden, like a storm that changes the landscape forever.

You want to know what I want? I'm sick of being a guinea pig. I'm sick, but I'm never f*cking sick enough for this family.

Where did you go? To the end of the driveway, my mother says. I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without feeling as if my uterus was falling out. I wince. Do you have to be quite so graphic? What would you like me to call it, Zoe? A fetal living room?

Torn clothes are funny … until your dad gets fired.

So, a word to all you Femin-Idi-Amins: Stop "liberating" moms by trying tomake them join the workforce. They're already doing the job that God putthem here to do: Everything.

What a man sows that shall he and his relations reap.

Thank God, I have the opportunity to do what I love, which is my family and work on a business and try and make it the best that it can be.

In our house, Mother's Day is every day. Father's Day, too. In our house, parents count. They do important work and that work matters. One day just doesn't cut for us.

My work makes me a better mom. It gives me a little door to step out of my parenting and bring the excitement from my day back home.