#child

Just so you know, I’ve trusted you since camp. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#rachel #trent #trust #childhood

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss. ↗

— Sarah Addison Allen

#women #childhood

I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself. ↗

— Julie Gregory

#memoir #childhood

Would it be possible for me to see something from up there?" asked Milo politely. "You could," said Alec, "but only if you try very hard to look at things as an adult does." Milo tried as hard as he could, and, as he did, his feet floated slowly off the ground until he was standing in the air next to Alex Bings. He looked around very quickly and, an instant later, crashed back down to the earth again. "Interesting, wasn't it?" asked Alex. "Yes, it was," agreed Milo, rubbing his head and dusting himself off, "but I think I'll continue to see things as a child. It's not so far to fall. ↗

— Norton Juster

#childhood #perspective #childhood

What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves -- our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#childhood #motherhood #projection #psychology #childhood

. . .from their earliest years children live on familiar terms with disrupting emotions, fear and anxiety are an intrinsic part of their everyday lives, they continually cope with frustrations as best they can. And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming Wild Things. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#childhood #fantasy #childhood

Though she'd try to do otherwise, she had never been able to stop cluttering her present with her past. Now somebody she didn't know would pack her treasures into plastic bags and carry them away. A life, at its end, is a pile of cloth and paper, and goods that can be bagged and labelled. None of the best things - the voice and the laugh, the tilt of the head, the things seen and felt and spoken - are allowed to stay behind. ↗

— Sonya Hartnett

#life

Yes it's true, you wake the child inside of you up because you're a Mom! ↗

— Sandra Chami Kassis

#life #motherhood #mothers #parenting #wisdom

Without direction, the respiratory technician goes to the head of the bed. She takes the tubing, attaches it to the oxygen, and turns it on as high as it will go. She provides a seal with her hand cupped over the plastic mask, over the nose and mouth of the toddler, and methodically provides oxygenated air. Doyle’s tiny chest rises and falls while I listen with my stethoscope. I am reaching for another breathing tube. “Fib!” Dr. Pedras feels for a pulse while another places gelled pads on her chest. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#doctor #drama #emergency-room #er #family

„Да имаш дете е като да си направиш татуировка на лицето. Наистина трябва да си сигурна, че точно това искаш, преди да му се посветиш. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#baby #children #commitment #family #kids