#pare

Do you not realize that your kids are going to make mistakes, and a lot of them? Do you not realize the damage you do when you push your son’s nose into his mishaps or make your daughter feel worthless because she bumped or spilled something? Do you have any idea how easy it is to make your child feel abject? It’s as simple as letting out the words, “why would you do that!?” or “how many times have I told you… ↗

— Dan Pearce

#arguing #break #child #children #dads

I figure when my husband comes home from work, if the kids are still alive, then I've done my job. ↗

— Roseanne Barr

#parenting #home

My love for you would blot out the sun like a cloud made out of yogurt. I hope you brought a spoon. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #blot-out #cloud #funny #humor

My dad had once told me, crimson-red deep in “the talk,” that with sons, all he had to worry about was one penis, but with a daughter, he had to worry about everyone else’s. ↗

— Nicole Williams

#parents-and-children #the-sex-talk #humor

Some people are used to having things done for them by her parents, I am not. I can do it myself. ↗

— Sally Pearson

#done #having #her #i #i am

I don't remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don't even know exist until you love a child. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#love #parenting #love

Well, sir, do you mean to remain there, commending my father’s taste in wine, or do you mean to accompany me to Ashtead?” “Set off for Ashtead at this hour, when I have been traveling for two days?” said Sir Horace. “Now, do, my boy, have a little common sense! Why should I?” “I imagine that your parental feeling, sir, must provide you with the answer! If it does not, so be it! I am leaving immediately!” “What do you mean to do when you reach Lacy Manor?” asked Sir Horace, regarding him in some amusement. “Wring Sophy’s neck!” said Mr. Rivenhall savagely. “Well, you don’t need my help for that, my dear boy!” said Sir Horace, settling himself more comfortably in his chair. ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#daughter #father #parental-love #imagination

The patterns overhead shifted so that, had she an imagination prone to hysteria, she could easily convince herself something hid in the curtains above her head. She imagined a face in the shadows and folds of fabric, a face with sad, hollow eyes. The sliver of light shining through a crack in the window curtains disappeared. Shadows deepened and swirled and the face became even more uncannily real. ↗

— Carolyn Jewel

#olivia #the-spare #imagination

Imagine a man who doesn't believe in anything, hope for anything, doesn't love anyone. This is a description of a dead or paralyzed soul. This happens from great grief, or from an unhappy upbringing when parents make from their children's souls paralytics. ↗

— Simon Soloveychik

#parenting #imagination

Neither your mother nor I have any imagination at all and we certainly didn't bring you up to have one ↗

— John Boyne

#parents-and-children #imagination