#parent

There's nothing like your mother's sympathetic voice to make you want to burst into tears. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#motherhood #mothers #parents #parents-and-children #sympathy

Child development does not mean developing your child into the person you think they should be, but helping them develop into the best person they are meant to be. ↗

— Toni Sorenson

#life

I don't have any babies or ambition. I have it all! ↗

— Nan Little

#humor #parenthood #work-life-balance #life

What it's like to be a parent: It's one of the hardest things you'll ever do but in exchange it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#unconditional-love #love

If I were a superhero, I’d be Honesty Man. I’d be so transparent I’d be invisible.
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— Jarod Kintz

#honesty #humor #invisible #super-hero #transparent

We don't always do the things our parents want us to do, but it is their mistake if they can't find a way to love us anyway. ↗

— J. Courtney Sullivan

#love

They were talking more distantly than if they were strangers who had just met, for if they had been he would have been interested in her just because of that, and curious, but their common past was a wall of indifference between them. Kitty knew too well that she had done nothing to beget her father's affection, he had never counted in the house and had been taken for granted, the bread-winner who was a little despised because he could provide no more luxuriously for his family; but she had taken for granted that he loved her just because he was her father, and it was a shock to discover that his heart was empty of feeling for her. She had known that they were all bored by him, but it had never occurred to her that he was equally bored by them. He was as ever kind and subdued, but the sad perspicacity which she had learnt in suffering suggested to her that, though he probably never acknowledged it to himself and never would, in his heart he disliked her. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#family #fathers #love #parents #equality

I became quietly seized with that nostalgia that overcomes you when you have reached the middle of your life and your father has recently died and it dawns on you that when he went he took some of you with him. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#middle-age #nostalgia #parents #age

It wasn't until we dropped him at his university dormitory and left him there looking touchingly lost and bewildered amid an assortment of cardboard boxes and suitcases in a spartan room not unlike a prison cell that it really hit home that he was vanishing out of our lives and into his own. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#growing-up #love #parenthood #love

I mark my years or parenting by the people who stepped in and forced me to abandon my inclination to meddle, micromanage, and coddle, beginning with my children's father, who sat me down and told me in year two that I was going to create a little monster if I continuted to act as though "no" and "I don't love you" were synonomous. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#love