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He that cockers his child, provides for his enemie.
How many hopes and fears, how many ardent wishes and anxious apprehensions are twisted together in the threads that connect the parent with the child!
To a mother, a child is everything; but to a child, a parent is only a link in the chain of her existence.
A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.
A wretched parent who claims obedience from his children, without first doing his duty by them, excites nothing but contempt.
We are always too busy for our children; we never give them the time or interest they deserve. We lavish gifts upon them; but the most precious gift, our personal association, which means so much to them, we give grudgingly.
Modern parents want to nurture so skillfully that Mother Nature will gasp in admiration at the marvels their parenting produces from the soft clay of children.
The parent must not give in to his desire to try to create the child he would like to have, but rather help the child to develop
in his own good time
to the fullest, into what he wishes to be and can be, in line with his natural endowment and as the consequence of his unique life in history.
Mothering/nurturing is a vital force and process establishing relationships throughout the universe.
It comes from exercising care in the choice of parents.
My childhood was protected by love and a comfortable home. Yet, while still a very young child, I began instinctively to feel that there was something lacking, even in my own home, some false conception of family relations, some incomplete ideal.
Becoming a parent changed you forever, as nothing else could. p. 368
It was frustratingly common that children were no sooner gone from the nest and established in their own homes ... than they began to infantilize their own parents and wish them dead, or at least in assisted living.
It is not for nothing that the king of a commonwealth is called "Sire"; humanly speaking, of the callings of fatherhood and kingship, the deeper and more primordial is fatherhood.
The parent storms, the child looks on, catches the lineaments of wrath, puts on the same airs in the circle of smaller slaves, gives a loose to the worst of passions, and thus nursed, educated and daily exercised in tyranny, cannot but be stamped by it with odious peculiarities.
This communal parenting brought me out of the privacy of our foreign enclave and into the public life of the community. Here, parenting was everyone's responsibility; all adults were "aunties" and "uncles".
Parents remain our touchstones, fellow travelers, even after death. They are both missing and present.
The child must depend on the most imperfect mother; the mother may be devoted to the most unworthy children; in such relations legal revenges are vain.
There is a time in our life when we need to strut our stuff and groove on grandiosity, when we need to be viewed as remarkable and rare, when we need to exhibit ourself in front of a mirror that reflects our self-admiration, when we need a parent to function as that mirror.
Parenting is an exercise in unintended consequences.
Through the survival of their children, happy parents are able to think calmly, and with a very practical affection, of a world in which they are to have no direct share.
Romance fails us and so do friendships, but the relationship of parent and child, less noisy than all the others, remains indelible and indestructible, the strongest relationship on earth
A daughter grows older and draws nearer to her mother, until she gradually overlaps her like a sewing pattern. But a son becomes some irreparably separate thing.
Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal, with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.
In the modern world, it may be that a living father can only be half a father to a boy - the dead father is the other vital half: the half that grows the boy up once and for all.
Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices.
When it comes to their kids, parents are all just instinct and hope. And fear. p.276
Children exist in the world as well as in the family. From the moment they are born, they depend on a host of other 'grown-ups - grandparents, neighbors, teachers, ministers, employers, political leaders, and untold others who touch their lives directly and indirectly.
A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease.
Unresolved dissonances between the characters and dispositions of the parents continue to reverberate in the nature of the child and make up the history of its inner sufferings.
The coarsest father gains a new impulse to labor from the moment of his baby's birth; he scarcely sees it when awake, and yet it is with him all the time. Every stroke he strikes is for his child. New social aims, new moral motives, come vaguely up to him.
The paternal hearth, the rallying-place of the affections.
The group consisting of mother, father and child is the main educational agency of mankind.
Mothers are a biological necessity; fathers are a social invention
Parents who engage in this kind of [conscious] parenting understand the power of being present being mindful to take the time to build connection understanding that this foundation is the bedrock of all later self-worth, self-esteem and self-actualization.
Being a parent is the greatest trust that has been given to human beings.
There are only two kinds of parents. Those who think their offspring can do nothing wrong, and those who think they can do nothing right.
A good parent gives their child roots and wings.
The child is not a prisoner of its inheritance; it holds its inheritance as a new creation which its future actions will unfold.
The parent-child connection was as deep and wide as the ocean, as mysterious as heaven, as impossible to explain as love.
I don't know what the f
k I'm talking about with parenting.
Your lifelong rebellion against all forms of authority stems from the infant's desire to murder the father and possess the mother.
When family relations are no longer harmonious, we have filial children and devoted parents.
At some point as adults we cease to be our parents' children and we become our children's parents instead.
Parenting isn't just parenting your own child.
What lingers from the parent's individual past, unresolved or incomplete, often becomes part of her or his irrational parenting.
I suspect that the distinction between a maternal and a paternal instinct is scarcely worth making; the parental instinct, the wish to protect, to further, is not a sex-linked characteristic ...
The suspicious parent makes an artful child.
In families there are frequently matters of which no one speaks, nor even alludes. There are no words for these matters. As the binding skeleton beneath the flesh is never acknowledged by us and, when at last it defines itself, is after all an obscenity.
Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth.
The family is the nucleus of civilization.
When it comes to parental alienation or grandparent alienation, we walk around with the overwhelming emptiness of a child's absence while carrying the heaviness of their sweet and irreplaceable memory ...
Parents are flawed human beings who are given a role that more approximates that of God than of mere mortals.
A slavish bondage to parents cramps every faculty of the mind.
Parents are like shuttles on a loom. They join the threads of the past with threads of the future and leave their own bright patterns as they go.
The author observes the shift now that children are not a source of labor for the family, that they have gone from employees of the parents to the bosses of the parents.
Before playing with his equals, the child is influenced by his parents. He is subjected from his cradle to a multiplicity of regulations, and even before language he becomes conscious of certain obligations.
If parents wish to preserve childhood for their own children, they must conceive of parenting as an act of rebellion against culture.
Among the most valuable but least appreciated experiences parenthood can provide are the opportunities it offers for exploring, reliving, and resolving one's own childhood problems in the context of one's relation to one's child.
The child as a monument to the passion of two people; the will to oneness in two.
Once you're a parent, male or female, every single thing that happens in your life is seen through the prism of being a parent.
Parents and children cannot be to each other, as husbands with wives and wives with husbands. Nature has separated them by an almost impassable barrier of time; the mind and the heart are in quite a different state at fifteen and forty.
As a child, I was an observer, a listener for the stories of grown-ups. I led a quiet, solitary life with my mother, interrupted in the evenings by the arrival of my father who preferred to live in a state of emergency.
Parents have the glorious opportunity of being the most powerful influence, above and beyond any other, on the new lives that bless their homes.
Now, we've made the revolutionary discovery that children have two parents. A decade ago even the kindly Dr. Spock held mothers solely responsible for children.
Being a parent is a weird juggling act - and nobody does it right. Everybody does it wrong.
You can't spell "parentry" without "try." Of course, you'll make a few mistakes. The important thing is that the mistakes you make with your kids are the same ones your parents made with you. At least you know how those turn out.
How parents interact with each child as he or she enters the family circle determines in great part that child's final destiny.
To the family is entrusted the task of striving, first and foremost, to unleash the forces of good ...
The father-mother-son that makes up the basic family unit, at least as the Family has described it for centuries now, represents a power structure, a structure of strong powers, mediating powers, and subordinate powers, as well as paths for power developments and power restrictions.
Parenting is the most important responsibility most of us will ever face, and none of us does it perfectly.
It takes dedicated parents to produce consecrated children.
Parenting is a spiritual path that can bring you great pain and great joy and that can have a tremendous positive impact on your personality and your behavior.
Parents should have perfect control over their own spirits, and with mildness and yet firmness bend the will of the child until it shall expect nothing else but to yield to their wishes.
Only as an adult can a child imagine his parent as a whole person, as a husband, a brother, or a son. Only then can a child see how his parent fits into the world beyond four walls.
Family: A social unit where the father is concerned with parking space, the children with outer space, and the mother with closet space.
Every day, every hour, the parents are either passively or actively forming those habits in their children upon which, more than upon anything else, future character and conduct depend ...
It's not an easy time for any parent, this moment when the realization dawns that you've given birth to something that will never see things the way you do, despite the fact that it is your living legacy, that it bears your name.
Here is the alphabet of the pulsing apocalypse that is fatherhood, a book in love with what words, like parents, create: beauty, terror, awe.
Today's mom watches her every child-rearing step lest she commit some egregious and apocalyptic parenting faux pas that will certainly doom her child to a life spent sleeping under overpasses, or worse, not going to Harvard.
Parentified children learn to take responsibility for themselves and others early on. They tend to fade into the woodwork and let others take center stage. This extends into adulthood - adult children may put others' needs before their own. They may have difficulty accepting care and attention.
The paternal and filial duties discipline the heart, and prepare it for the love of all mankind. The intensity of private attachment encourages, not prevents, universal benevolence.
Mother is the dead heart of the family spending father's earnings on consumer goods to enhance the environment in which he eats, sleeps, and watches the television.
Nature makes us buy her presents at the price of so many sufferings that it is doubtful whether she deserves most the name of parent or stepmother.
In every dispute between parent and child, both cannot be right, but they may be, and usually are, both wrong. It is this situation which gives family life its peculiar hysterical charm.
Since human fatherhood, as a reflection of the Fatherhood of God, was designed to be the pillar of the family, the disappearance of esteem for fatherhood has led to the collapse of that pillar and to the disintegration of the family.
This father always relates to his children in perfect love. This father is never absent. He is never disinterested. He is never preoccupied. He is never unable to respond to a need.
Television is the third parent.
Parents are rule givers.
The best combination of parents consists of a father who is gentle beneath his firmness, and a mother who is firm beneath her gentleness.
For some parents, having children meant full absolution from any future mistakes. My father wouldn't permit himself to be wrong. He shifted the blame of misplaced scissors, rising interest rates, and iceless ice cube trays all unto Riegel and me.
I did not give my daughter the kind of childhood anybody would want. The vision of the divided loyalty between a mother and father who don't live together and don't share in decisions is a great depravation for children.
A father is as much a verb as a mother.
What can be more clear and sound in explanation, than the love of a parent to his child?
We are all very deeply the children of our parents and their parents. Far more than we generally realize.
A magistrate is not a father; he must be just and severe. Only tyrants are fathers.
First we are children to our parents, then parents to our children, then parents to our parents, then children to our children
A Mother is the heart of the home
One of pleasures of parenting, future reader: parent can positively influence kid, make moment kid will remember for rest of life, moment that alters his/her trajectory, opens up his/her heart + mind.
In the context of loss, each child is an only to her or his parents. Human relationships do not fill in for, do not substitute for, do not replace each other.