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Quotes for becoming a parent. When a child is born, so are a mother and a father...and from that triple birth a wellspring of joys, woes and conundrums spews forth for the new mom and dad. One that goes on for years and years...and years. Forewarned is forearmed. From pregnancy to childbirth to child rearing … what matters most.

Where parents do too much for their children, the children will not do much for themselves.

Familiarity breeds contempt; and children.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.
Children begin by loving their parents. After a time they judge them. Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!
It is funny the two things most men are proudest of is the thing that any man can do and doing does in the same way, that is being drunk and being the father of their son.
If you have never been hated by your child, you have never been a parent.
She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.
What the vast majority of American children needs is to stop being pampered, stop being indulged, stop being chauffeured, stop being catered to. In the final analysis it is not what you do for your children but what you have taught them to do for themselves that will make them successful human beings.
Your responsibility as a parent is not as great as you might imagine. You need not supply the world with the next conqueror of disease or major motion-picture star. If your child simply grows up to be someone who does not use the word "collectible" as a noun, you can consider yourself an unqualified success.
Oh, high is the price of parenthood, and daughters may cost you double. You dare not forget, as you thought you could, that youth is a plague and a trouble.
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;--that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;--and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost :--Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,--I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world from that in which the reader is likely to see me.
To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.
The thing to remember about fathers is, they're men. A girl has to keep it in mind: They are dragon-seekers, bent on improbable rescues. Scratch any father, you find someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors, believing change is a threat -- like your first shoes with heels on, like your first bicycle I it took such months to get.
For success in training children the first condition is to become as a child oneself, but this means no assumed childishness, no condescending baby-talk that the child immediately sees through and deeply abhors. What it does mean is to be as entirely and simply taken up with the child as the child himself is absorbed by his life.
It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it.
It is a pleasant thing to reflect upon, and furnishes a complete answer to those who contend for the gradual degeneration of the human species, that every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.
To think that all in me of which my father would have felt a proper pride had I been a man, is deeply mortifying to him because I am a woman.
I’m not a lady, I’m your daughter.
Children were pretty things at three years old; but began to be great plagues at six, and were quite intolerable at ten.
I like children—properly cooked.
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is / To have a thankless child!
Those who have lived in a house with spoiled children must have a lively recollection of the degree of torment they can inflict upon all who are within sight or hearing.
When your children are teenagers, it’s important to have a dog so that someone in the house is happy to see you.
Kids even have play dates. Playing is now done by appointment. Whatever happened to, “You show me your wee-wee, and I’ll show you mine?”
So does the name you give your child affect his life? Or is it your life reflected in his name?
Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.
We have kept our children so busy with “useful” and “improving” activities that we are in danger of raising a generation of young people who are terrified of silence, of being alone with their own thoughts ….
We find a delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.
I was very overprotected as a child … My tricycle had seven wheels. And a driver….
[Why is it] there are never any evil stepfathers.
If men started taking care of children, the job will become more valuable.
Always obey your parents, when they are present.
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always explaining things to them.
I supposed I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas, but what I decided to do is fulfill my profession.
It takes a woman twenty years to make a man of her son, and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.
Being a mother is a noble status, right? Right. So why does it change when you put “unwed” or “welfare” in front of it?
Of course, everybody knows that the greatest thing about Motherhood is the “Sacrifices,” but it is quite a shock to find out that they begin so far ahead of time.
Nobody who has not been in the interior of a family can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.
When a child enters the world through you, it alters everything on a psychic, psychological and purely practical level. You’re just not free anymore to do what you want to do. And it’s not the same again. Ever.
A mother’s life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
I figure when my husband comes home from work, if the kids are still alive, then I’ve done my job.
Parents of young children should realize that few people, and maybe no one, will find their children as enchanting as they do.
I love my parents and they’re wonderful people, but they were strict, and I still look for ways to get even. When I got my own apartment for the very first time and they came to stay with me for the weekend, I made them stay in separate bedrooms.
Human beings are the only creatures who allow their children to come back home.
Children aren’t happy with nothing to ignore, / And that’s what parents were created for.
Her [mother’s] constant care blurs into the maternal mists while his [father’s] few alcohol rubs are as memorable as if they were anointments by a prophet.
I look after my young, I can’t look after the world ….
Two parents can’t raise a child any more than one. You need a whole community—everybody—to raise a child.
No one is more susceptible to an expert’s fearmongering than a parent.
I’ve also discovered the world is full of mothers who’ve done their best and still hurt their daughters: that we have daughters everywhere.
… sometimes the very faults of parents produce a tendency to opposite virtues in their children.
May you fight all the day like a dog and a cat, / And yet ev’ry year produce a new brat.
Having a child is surely the most beautifully irrational act that two people in love can commit.
Her parents had searched through the past, consulted psychiatrists, took every moment to bits. In no way should she be explained.
He was not all a father’s heart could wish; / but oh, he was my son!—my only son.
My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son.
A two-year-old is kind of like having a blender, but you don’t have a top for it.
The best way to keep children home is to make it pleasant—and let the air out of the tires.
At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experiences of life; the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.
“What are you thinking about, Bel-Gazou?” // “Nothing, Mother.” // An excellent answer. The same that I invariably gave when I was her age.
Children are being given a false picture of what it means to be human. We tell them to be good and kind, nonviolent and giving. But on all sides they see media images and hear and read stories that portray us as bad, cruel, violent, and selfish.
My breasts have fed three children, nurtured and sustained their bodies and built them up in twelve ways. If they wanna lay down after that, by god they deserve the rest.
Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave / When they think that their children are naïve.
I have no sympathy with the old idea that children owe such immense gratitude to their parents that they can never fulfill their obligations to them. I think the obligation is all on the other side.
With him for a sire and her for a dam, / What should I be but just what I am?
What Business had you to get Children, without you had Cabbage enough to maintain ’em?
It is a national shame that many Americans are more thoughtful about planning their weekend entertainment than about planning their famiies.
Let not the fear of bad offspring deter you from having children; you must do your duty and God will do what pleases Him.
A man without children is like a piece of wood, which though kindled does not burn or give out light.
Families, when a child is born Want it to be intelligent. I, through intelligence, Having wrecked my whole life, Only hope that the baby will prove Ignorant and stupid. Then he will crown a tranquil life By becoming a Cabinet Minister.
Children sweeten labours, but they make misfortunes more bitter; they increase the cares of life, but they mitigate the remembrance of death.
He that hath children, all his morsels are not his owne.
Infants manners are moulded more by the example of Parents, then by stars at their nativities.
You may love your children without living in the Nursery, and you may have a competent and discreet care of them, without letting it break out upon the company . . .
The Desire of having Children is as much the Effect of Vanity as of Good-nature. We think our Children a Part of ourselves, though as they grow up they might very well undeceive us.
As marriage produces children, so children produce care and disputes; and wrangling, as is said (at least by old bachelors and old maids), is one of the sweets of the conjugal state.
The parent who sedulously endeavours to form the heart and enlarge the understanding of his child, has given that dignity to the discharge of a duty, common to the whole animal world, that only reason can give. This is the parental affection of humanity, and leaves instinctive natural affection far behind. Such a parent acquires all the rights of the most sacred friendship, and his advice, even when his child is advanced in life, demands serious consideration.
O dearest, dearest boy! my heart For better lore would seldom yearn, Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn.
Our notion of the perfect society embraces the family as its centre and ornament. Nor is there a paradise planted till the children appear in the foreground to animate and complete the picture. Without these, the world were a solitude, houses desolate, hearts nameless; there are neither perspectives, nor prospects; ourselves are not ourselves, nor were there a future for us.
Respect the child. Wait and see the new product of Nature. Nature loves analogies, but not repetitions. Respect the child. Be not too much his parent. Trespass not on his solitude.
When the mother's passionate welcome, Sorrow-like, bursts forth in tears, And a sire's self-gratulation Prophesies of future years--It is well we cannot see What the end shall be.
Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heartstrings to the beings that jar us at every movement.
If you would have your son to walk honorably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them--not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone.
Only a tender flower Sent us to rear; Only a life to love While we are here; Only a baby small, Never at rest; Small, but how dear to us, God knoweth best.
. . . be aught you please, let all fulfil All your pleasure; be your world your toy; Mild or wild we love you, loud or still, Child or boy.
What does it matter, when you come to think of it, whether a child is yours by blood or not? All the little ones of our time are collectively the children of us adults of the time, and entitled to our general care. That excessive regard of parents for their own children, and their dislike of other people's, is, like class-feeling, patriotism, save-your-own soul-ism and other virtues, a mean exclusiveness at bottom.
BABE or BABY, n. A misshapen creature of no particular age, sex, or condition, chiefly remarkable for the violence of the sympathies and antipathies it excites in others, itself without sentiment or emotion.
Can you think of any service constituting a stronger claim on the nation's gratitude than bearing and nursing the nation's children? According to our view, none deserve so well of the world as good parents. There is no task so unselfish, so necessarily without return, though the heart is well rewarded, as the nurture of the children who are to make the world for one another when we are gone.
Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
It's a strange thing, . . . but you can't love a man till you've had a baby by him. . . . If a woman's got a baby and a husband she's got the best things the Lord can give her.
They are a great deal of trouble, and they make a place untidy, and they cost a lot of money to keep; but still we would not have the house without them. It would not be home without their noisy tongues and their mischief-making hands. Would not the rooms seem silent without their pattering feet, and might not you stay apart if no prattling voices called you together?
Just when they sit down to enjoy in peace their evening meal of existence, the tables of most parents are pounced upon as by harpies, and pillaged by their children.
The parents exist to teach the child, but they must learn what the child has to teach them; and the child has a very great deal to teach them. Chiefly the child has to teach them imagination, which is the source of justice and the foe of cruelty, conscious or unconscious.
God, you have given me a boy: Now help me still my boy to rear; Too kind to quarrel, brave to fear, Too good for any sinful joy, Or, if temptation prove too strong, Too wise to follow folly long.
One of the most fascinating preoccupations when one has a child of one's own is watching for the appearance of hereditary traits and predispositions that can be attributed to--or blamed upon--one side of the family or the other. . . . The traits in which one takes pride and the traits of the other parent whom one loves are doubly endearing in the shared child.
Everybody who has a baby thinks everybody who hasn't a baby ought to have a baby.
Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.
Loving a baby or child is a circular business, a kind of feedback loop. The more you give, the more you get, and the more you get, the more you feel like giving.
Children do not need superhuman, perfect parents. They have always managed with good enough parents: the parents they happened to have.
Getting advice on the best way to bring up children is like getting advice on the best way to breathe; sooner or later, you're probably going to forget it and go back to your regular old in-and-out.
[From a list of pros and cons for "prospective parents"] [Pro:] Children ask better questions than do adults. "May I have a cookie?" "Why is the sky blue?" and "What does a cow say?" are far more likely to elicit a cheerful response than "Where's your manuscript?" "Why haven't you called?" and "Who's your lawyer?" [Con:] Notoriously insensitive to subtle shifts in mood, children will persist in discussing the color of a recently sighted cement mixer long after one's own interest in the topic has waned.