I consider myself lucky to be an only child because if I had other siblings, my mother would not have been able to take me to every audition and be so supportive of my career.
I looked on child rearing not only as a work of love and duty but as a profession that was fully as interesting and challenging as any honorable profession in the world and one that demanded the best that I could bring to it.
Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, like a child at play.
You can be childlike without being childish. A child always wants to have fun. Ask yourself, ‘Am I having fun?’
The bird, the bee, the running child are all the same to the sliding glass door.
The difference between rearing a child in your 20s and one in your 50s is one of patience.
One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one’s trouble does not make it any better.
As a grown woman, I saw the first black president reach down a hand and touch the face of a child like I once was, lifting his eyes toward a better future. But I have never, ever, in all my years seen a leader so committed to delivering that better future to America’s children as Hillary Clinton.
In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.
Teach success before teaching responsibility. Teach them to believe in themselves. Teach them to think, ‘I’m not stupid’. No child wants to fail. Everyone wants to succeed.
I am very much an only child, meaning I am self-reliant, egocentric, sociable. I had my mother, father, and an uncle who lived with us, all doting on me.
I think that from the time you start playing sports as a child you see that your responsibility to your team is to play the best that you can play as an individual… and yet, not take anything away from being part of a team.
In my mind, numbers and words are far more than squiggles of ink on a page. They have form, color, texture and so on. They come alive to me, which is why as a young child I thought of them as my ‘friends.’
When I was a child, we used to look forward to the end of the day when we would hear another ten minutes of a story.
Fereydun, that’s my dad’s name. My grandmother, my dad’s mom, when she was pregnant, she was dating a man from Persia, a Persian gentleman. It wasn’t his child, but he was still very supportive and said, ‘Hey, this is a great name,’ and so it stuck. So that’s what she named him.
Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.
The answer is not to standardize education, but to personalize and customize it to the needs of each child and community. There is no alternative. There never was.
There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing a happy and smiling child. I always help in any way I can, even if it’s just by signing an autograph. A child’s smile is worth more than all the money in the world.
I am proud to be their child. It is very inspiring for me. I am inspired by my mom and dad.
I love working with children because, as an only child, I grew up always wishing for siblings.
School, social interaction is our first reresponse to child abuse. It’s witnessing it, seeing it, reporting it.
Having a child is the best thing that could happen.
Ask your child what he wants for dinner only if he’s buying.
My main point here is that if you are the child of God and God is a part of you, the in your imagination God suppose to look like you. And when you accept a picture of the deity assigned to you by another people, you become the spiritual prisoners of that other people.
There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
My quest these days is to find my long lost inner child, but I’m afraid if I do, I’ll end up with food in my hair and way too in love with the cats.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
As any new parent knows, you’re only too happy to show off your new child and, you know, proclaim that he is the best looking or the best everything.
I’m a child of the Civil Rights Movement.
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.
Experience is the child of thought, and thought is the child of action.
When I was very young, most of my childhood heroes wore capes, flew through the air, or picked up buildings with one arm. They were spectacular and got a lot of attention. But as I grew, my heroes changed, so that now I can honestly say that anyone who does anything to help a child is a hero to me.
I would love a family. I’m at the age where the wish for a child gets stronger. But who knows.
You must study to be frank with the world: Frankness is the child of honesty and courage.
Parenting involves two separate activities. You have to change your child in that you need to educate your child and instill moral values in them. But you also need to celebrate your child for who he or she is and make them feel really good.
To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
Instead of a national curriculum for education, what is really needed is an individual curriculum for every child.
It’s all kinds of these profound things crashing on you when your child arrives into the world. It’s like you’ve met your reason to live.
