Quotes About Childhood

She's still small and I still want to put her in my pocket. -Seven Chillman, classmate

does laughing with people you've known since childhood—and "during the activity you're so focused on it you're not thinking about the to-do list and other stresses in life." Indeed, the first time she returned home after this bout of tennis tranquility, her husband told her, "You look like you're glowing." Not bad for a Tuesday, right?

Childhood anxieties, childhood fears, never disappear entirely. They fade, but not away.

Does not a child recognize her own mother?

Ruby froze as she looked into the friendly green eyes of Baby Face Marshall. And the words of Agent Blacker came shooting back to her. If you see Baby Face, don't bother calling for Mommy, run!

Cake is one of life's great wonders, and who would deny wonder to a child?

When I was a girl I loved fevers and flus and the muzzy feeling of a head cold, all these states carrying with them the special accoutrements of illness, the thermometer with its lovely line of red mercury, the coolness of ice chips pressed to a sweaty forehead, and best of all, a distant mother coming to your bedside with tea.

Fernão de Magalhães, or Ferdinand Magellan. According to most accounts, he was born in 1480, in the remote mountain parish of Sabrosa, the seat of the family homestead. He spent his childhood in northwestern Portugal, within sight of the pounding surf of the Atlantic.

Those who have had contacts with extraterrestrials also report having strong allergic reactions. Indeed, trauma (usually in childhood) seems to be a prerequisite for close-encounters. It is, as some of you may know, an indispensable part of the journey to become a shaman.

The coping strategies that initially helped us survive as children over the years become rigid beliefs about who we are and what the world is like. Our beliefs about ourselves and the world, together with the physiological patterns associated with these beliefs, crystallize into a familiar sense of who we are. This is what we come to view as our identity.

Attuned parents support increasing age-appropriate independence and autonomy. Highly anxious parents undermine their children's developing need for independence because of their own unresolved fears. They prevent their age-appropriate movement toward autonomy in order to "protect" their children.

Called upon to give her baby what she never received herself, this mother may be conflicted about giving, unconsciously wanting her baby to give her the love and nurturing she never received.

Toxic shame begins as an adaptation to adverse childhood experiences. Shame is the mechanism of disconnecting from and attacking the Self. Shame becomes a survival strategy to protect against attachment loss and environmental failure, which are experienced as loss of love in the universe. When shame occurs early in a child's development, their sense of Self becomes associated with shame.

For He is our childhood's pattern, day by day like us He grew, He was little, weak, and helpless, tears and smiles like us He knew.

Lydia, five years old, standing on tiptoe to watch vinegar and baking soda foam in the sink. Lydia tugging a heavy book from the shelf, saying, "Show me again, show me another." Lydia, touching the stethoscope, ever so gently, to her mother's heart. Tears blur Marilyn's sight. It had not been science that Lydia had loved

In kindegarten, he had learned how to make a bruise stop hurting: you pressed it over and over with your thumb. the first times it hurt so much your eyes watered. The second time it hurt a little less. The tenth time, it was barely an ache.

To a parent, your child wasn't just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and the past you remembered and the future you longed for all existed at once. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be,

To a parent, your child wasn't just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and the past you remembered and the future you longed for all existed at once. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It made your head spin.

To a parent, your child wasn't just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and the past you remembered and the future you longed for existed all at once.

In kindergarten, he had learned how to make a bruise: you pressed it over and over with your thumb. The first time it hurt so much your eyes watered. The second time it hurt a little less. The tenth time, it was barely an ache. So he read the note again and again. It didn't stop hurting. His eyes didn't stop watering.

Hannah, as if she understood her place in the cosmos, grew from quiet infant to watchful child: a child fond of nooks and corners, who curled up in closets, behind sofas, under dangling tablecloths, staying out of sight as well as out of mind, to ensure the terrain of the family did not change.)

Já não se lembrava de como era abraçar uma criança - abraçar fosse quem fosse - desta forma. Como o peso da outra pessoa se afunda em nós, como se agarram instintivamente. Como confiam em nós. Passa muito tempo até se sentir preparado para a largar.

A game they played, he and his mother, when he was very small. Before school, before he had any other world but her.

Izzy, Mia noticed, tended to respond by needling her mother even more, pushing her buttons with the expertise only a child could. Anger is fear's bodyguard.