#parent

Google is one of the most incredible breakthroughs that we have today. Yes, it can scare a lot of patients, thinking we're all dying because we look up something on Google. But there's also a lot of anecdotal information from parents, firsthand accounts of what they did for their own child. ↗

— Jenny McCarthy

#also #anecdotal #because #breakthroughs #child

If you ask 99.9 percent of parents who have children with autism if we'd rather have the measles versus autism, we'd sign up for the measles. ↗

— Jenny McCarthy

#autism #children #measles #parents #percent

We hear the stories every day now: the father who puts on a suit every morning and leaves the house so his daughter doesn't know he lost his job, the recent college grad facing up to the painful reality that the only door that's open to her after four years of study and a pile of debt is her parents'. These are the faces of the Obama economy. ↗

— Mitch McConnell

#college #daughter #day #debt #door

Apparently, a democracy is a place where numerous elections are held at great cost without issues and with interchangeable candidates. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#apparently #candidates #cost #democracy #elections

All children alarm their parents, if only because you are forever expecting to encounter yourself. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#because #children #encounter #expecting #forever

I started off when I was seven years old doing musicals. I was in 'Les Miserables' and 'The Sound of Music,' and my mum's an actress. My parents divorced when I was young, and when she couldn't find a babysitter, I was in the wings, sleeping. ↗

— Alicia Vikander

#babysitter #divorced #doing #find #i

Because we believe ourselves to be better parents than our parents, we expect to produce better children than they produced. ↗

— Judith Viorst

#believe #better #children #expect #our

My parents taught us it's important to give back. ↗

— Jenna Bush

#give #important #parents #taught #us

Father had stretched out his long legs and was tilting back in his chair. Mother sat with her knees crossed, in blue slacks, smoking a Chesterfield. The dessert dishes were still on the table. My sisters were nowhere in evidence. It was a warm evening; the big dining-room windows gave onto blooming rhododendrons. Mother regarded me warmly. She gave me to understand that she was glad I had found what I had been looking for, but that she and father were happy to sit with their coffee, and would not be coming down. She did not say, but I understood at once, that they had their pursuits (coffee?) and I had mine. She did not say, but I began to understand then, that you do what you do out of your private passion for the thing itself. I had essentially been handed my own life. In subsequent years my parents would praise my drawings and poems, and supply me with books, art supplies, and sports equipment, and listen to my troubles and enthusiasms, and supervise my hours, and discuss and inform, but they would not get involved with my detective work, nor hear about my reading, nor inquire about my homework or term papers or exams, nor visit the salamanders I caught, nor listen to me play the piano, nor attend my field hockey games, nor fuss over my insect collection with me, or my poetry collection or stamp collection or rock collection. My days and nights were my own to plan and fill. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#benign-neglect #childhood #curiosity #imagination #parenting

A soldier's life revolves around his mail. Like many others, I've been able to follow my kid's progress from the day he was born until now he is able to walk and talk a little, and although I have never seen him I know him very well. ↗

— Bill Mauldin

#soldiers #war #life