Quotes About Family

early Christians viewed children as complete and valuable human beings. One result, says Bakke, was that Christian parents practiced a much "greater involvement in upbringing than was generally the case in pagan families.

Two Princeton sociologists conclude, "If we were asked to design a system for making sure that children's basic needs were met, we would probably come up with something quite similar to the two-parent ideal."39 Those who respect science the most should also be the most pro-marriage.

Two Princeton sociologists conclude, "If we were asked to design a system for making sure that children's basic needs were met, we would probably come up with something quite similar to the two-parent ideal." Those who respect science the most should also be the most pro-marriage.

Your mama coming back. Just cause you cant sees a person aint mean nothing. They still there. You worry you never gonna find your mama but she gonna come to you. Close your eyes. I bets you see her good.

In the limousine on the way to my father's graveside services, I started to cry. My mother slapped me and told me to stop crying. I lacked a model to show me how to feel compassion for my pain.

It's okay to be angry. Your mother should not have allowed this to happen....

She explains that siblings are often the least supportive of anyone because even though the same parent has also damaged them, they are often in so much denial that they are threatened by your attempts to recover

Grandpa pleaded with Grandma, "Stop it Opal! Stop it. Nancy was a wonderful child." Grandma ignored his pleas and said as she left the room, "I'm disgusted with you, and I suppose this is the end of our friendship.

With his passing, it seemed the sun stopped shining on our family.

Can you think of anything that would protect you?" "My father's eyes." "Can you see his eyes?" "Yes." "What do they look like?" "They look like they adore me.

Ann said, "My father died when he was seventy-seven, still unable to forgive his mother.

How devastating to be hated by one's own mother.

My grandmother accused me of hurting my mother. Other relatives accused me of being an ungrateful child. Mom said I was mean and cruel and had hurt her deeply. Still impressionable and my spirits tottering under the load of the pain from the past, I accepted the notion that I was that selfish and ungrateful daughter, careless of my mother's feelings.

Your mother has had a rough life," Grandmother pleaded her daughter's case. "You should feel sorry for her instead of making things tougher for her. Bill was mean and cruel and much worse than Ed. The problem with you Nancy, is you're not forgiving," she concluded.

When I tried to let Mom know how disturbed I was by Lou's mean and abusive behavior toward Brandon, she replied in exasperation, "Nancy, why do I always have trouble with you? Only you? Never the boys! You're sick and a troublemaker!

Nurturing family relationships were outside my realm of experience.

Each time my young brother walked near Smokey, the man reached out and smacked the side of Brandon's head with the back of his hand. Mom refused to even look up from her newspaper as Brandon pleaded with her for help.

My brothers did not have the courage to risk losing Mom's love, by facing the damage her betrayal had done to us. I was already aware that I did not have my mother's unconditional love.

Daryl said Amanda was "a good mother, except for the cleaning up after, the feeding, and the caretaking part.

Ask any child who failed to live up to his parents' idea of success, and you'll likely hear that they never felt good enough, or that their parents had expectations that they could not live up to.

Discretion was bred into the Shippens' bones Whatever arguments, embarrassments , or regrets the family expressed were hidden behind their handsomely polished front doors.

within a few weeks, the young minister Reverend George York , had expelled the family, accusing them of blasphemy and devil worship. their neighbors suspected the some of them feared the Foxes were in league with the devil, and must have encouraged their daughters to join them by engaging in some kid of 'witchcraft.

Like the threads of finely woven linen, the warp and woof of friendship uniting the Warrens and Adams through successive generations was once again seamlessly bound.

Determination, the benign cousin of defiance, drove Lucy to continue enlarging her family to compensate for her lost children.