Quotes About Children

No mother loves her children the same. Each one is different.

He had forgotten that children were miracles—and it didn't matter that he had originally wanted to wait longer before having a child, he had been in the delivery room when Julia was born. He knew the awe that came with the emergence of a fully formed, perfectly functioning, miniature human being that he had helped make.

wanting her parents' approval, needing to think she was making them proud. Parents held a remarkable power over their children. It didn't matter how old those children grew, or how distant in their everyday lives. They received messages from their parents from the moment of birth. Those messages were nearly as deeply etched on the psyche as hair, eyes, and height in the genes.

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What she did have, after raising two children, was the equivalent of a PhD in mothering and my undying respect.

When it comes to my children, my ultimate goal for them is heaven, not Harvard. If they go to the latter on their way to heaven, that's great. But if I reverse that equation, I've failed them.

Our awesome responsibility to ourselves, to our children, and to the future is to create ourselves in the image of goodness, because the future depends on the nobility of our imaginings.

True revolutionaries are like God - they create the world in their own image. Our awesome responsibility to ourselves, to our children, and to the future is to create ourselves in the image of goodness, because the future depends on the nobility of our imaginings.

They're slobbery and they're whiney and they look at you just like they could see right into your soul and they're unpredictable and the smell and they're noisy and the world revolves around them and why I don't get it. They're not interesting. They can't tell jokes, they don't have opinions, and they're boring, you know They're just boring and annoying and I don't want to have one.

It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.

A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world. But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after--oh, that' s love by a different name.

A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.

Most of our children are not prodigies, or even particularly gifted in any one field, but they all have the potential to shine as individuals in some way if given the right conditions.

Our nannas are losers.

Okay, here is the problem," I said. "Assignment means schoolwork, and Hawaii means vacation. And children do not actually like to mix those two items.

I don't get why it's no big deal in the movies. Like everyone just says, "Oh, he fell in love with somebody else," like it's normal to break up families and leave the kids all sad and the moms without anybody in their corner after they worked hard to make a good life.

Parents have their own dreams—and it's those dreams they're pushing, not yours. In their heads, they have images of successful sons and beautiful wealthy daughters, children who are impressive—and secure. Very few parents have the luxury, the calmness of spirit, to realize that the most practical thing any child can do is to find its own vision—and follow it.

She could surely rise to a dishwasher, but she prefers to use her children. She believes that a row of children chopping vegetables is a better thing than a machine.

Our children, when young, are part of ourselves. When they grow up they are just other people.

Are children then to be neglected? Surely not: but having given them the instruction and accomplishments which their situation in life requires, let us reject superfluous solicitude, and trust that their characters will form themselves from the spontaneous influence of good examples, and circumstances which impel them to useful action.

We can't control everything thing our kids do. Sooner or later they're just gonna do what they're gonna do. They're like people that way.

What do you call kids born in whorehouses? Brothel sprouts.

Parents get all focused on themselves, and they see their little babies start walkin' and talkin', and since they kinda look like them and sound like the, they start thinking of those little babies as themselves....And then something funny happens. Those babies grow up to be kids and teenages and grown-ups in their own right....so everything the kids do, everything, is a betrayal.

If you want to fight a war on drugs, sit down at your own kitchen table and talk to your own children.