#child

Maybe not. But maybe that's how the world changes, Isaiah. One father, one child, at a time. ↗

— Barbara Samuel

#children #fathers #legacy #world #change

How lucky country children are in these natural delights that lie ready to their hand! Every season and every plant offers changing joys. As they meander along the lane that leads to our school all kinds of natural toys present themselves for their diversion. The seedpods of stitchwort hang ready for delightful popping between thumb and finger, and later the bladder campion offers a larger, if less crisp, globe to burst. In the autumn, acorns, beechnuts, and conkers bedizen their path, with all their manifold possibilities of fun. In the summer, there is an assortment of honeys to be sucked from bindweed flowers, held fragile and fragrant to hungry lips, and the tiny funnels of honeysuckle and clover blossoms to taste. ↗

— Miss Read

#children #country #countryside #nature #plants

I don't think anybody anywhere can talk about the future of their people or of an organization without talking about education. Whoever controls the education of our children controls our future. ↗

— Wilma Mankiller

#anybody #anywhere #children #controls #education

A childish mind griped to unexpected changes. ↗

— Toba Beta

#gripe #unexpected-changes #change

I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#childhood #family #parents #age

Overall, your want to present yourself to your child as an ally, empathetic to his feelings, and responsive to his needs - even when your needs are conflicting. If your goal is to enlist your child's cooperation in changing his behavior, find ways to be as aligned with his emotionally as possible. By earning your child's trust, you are much more likely to reach him with your point of view than if you approach him in opposition. ↗

— Hilary Flower

#change

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#children #two-years-old #age

Yes, and our sister's sons are candid now about a creepy business which used to worry them a lot: They cannot find their mother or their father in their memories anywhere - not anywhere. The goat farmer, whose name is James Carmalt Adams, Jr., said this about it to me, tapping his forehead with his fingertips: "It isn't the museum, it should be." The museums in children's minds, I think, automatically empty themselves in times of utmost horror - to protect the children from eternal grief. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#death #grief #memories #business

I try to clutch onto those last moments in the place that I was born to, but I was so busy *living* them! How was I to know I'd have to capture everything I ever wanted to remember of Eire for the rest of my life? ↗

— Kate McCafferty

#ireland #memory #business

My father was frightened of his mother; I was frightened of my father, and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me. ↗

— King George V

#children #damned #father #frightened #going