My parents love each other. They work through their problems.
All parents gush about what it's like to be a parent. I love it.
In all that we do in the Church, we need to provide the way, as leaders, for parents and children to have time together as families.
Different parents have different standards for their children.
When I was a kid, all of the parents and grandparents came out of the Depression Era. They were all freezing bread in their freezer, they were covering their sofas with plastic, and they had plastic runners on the floor. There was a great distance between them and anything authentic.
For my parents to let me turn down the money that I have been offered to go pro, it's unbelievable. They want me to enjoy my senior year in high school. I am so excited to be a senior, finally. It doesn't get more fun than that.
All of us growing up have come to terms with too much pain. Although we repress it, it's still there. The worst pain is that of not being wanted, of realising your parents do not need you in the way you need them.
Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.
If your parents are billionaires, that might actually be an obstacle to your own happiness and self-development. If you go to Oxford or Harvard, that might actually thwart your desire to graduate with a science or math degree.
Let's start working towards wellness, a healing in our community, a healing in relationships, so male and female can finally sit down and understand that that young boy or young girl saw behavior exhibited by their parents that was negative and abusive and they're going to pass it on.
I see my parents a lot more often, but what I liked about the challenge of my part was I got to have those little kid feelings of being the daughter, and then switching and being a Mom.
Choose your parents wisely.
A name with meaning could bring up a child, Taking the child out of the parents' hands. Better a meaningless name, I should say, As leaving more to nature and happy chance. Name children some names and see what you do.
I didn’t play video games because my parents didn’t allow it. That was banned from my childhood experience.
My grandfather's family used to own a pasta factory in Naples and they would go door-to-door selling their pasta. So his love of food came from his parents, which was then passed down to my mother and then again to me.
All possible means were used by the infatuated parents to conclude the bargain; and deception put an end to these usual artifices.
I don't think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear in my crib.
Start, as parents, with yourselves, number one.
Never before have humans been so ambitious, have they thought that they could be much more than their parents were.
Few parents are aware of the difficulties that beset the minds of the little philosophers and theologians who sit upon their knees or play at their feet; and many a parent could not comprehend the disturbance, if he were aware of it.