I do think being a prissy tomboy helps me in raising a son in general. I wrestle with him, play ball, play in the sandbox with him. As a mom, you get bruises, scrapes on your knee.
My son has godmothers, godfathers, grandparents and so many others in his life who love him as much as I do. They’re there for both of us. I may not have a mate or husband, but I’m definitely not a single parent.
For a long time our son was a little boy with autism, which was a certain kind of challenge. Now that he’s a teenager with autism – and a teenager who notices girls – we’re faced with something else altogether.
I’ve been successful in different areas, but nothing brings a smile to my face more than my oldest son, Zaire, and my second son, Zion, saying the kind word of ‘Dad.’
My kids are the most inspiring thing that pushes me. It used to be because they were born, and I had to take care of them. Now it’s because my son raps, and he’s better than me. So now I gotta keep up with him, you know what I’m saying?
It seems like just yesterday my son was hiding under the table to avoid reading. Now, he’s writing books longer than mine!
David and Dad didn’t get along too well growing up. I mean we all got along, but it was harder on David, because David wasn’t going to be the son that Dad wanted. But now they’re like best friends.
I love to try new restaurants and breakfast places I can take my son to.
I always get told by women that they would love a daughter-in-law like me. That’s big, because not too many people seem to want their son to marry an actress!
As the mother of a son with disabilities, I try to keep an eye out for news that affects people in the large community of which he is a part.
I enjoy doing fun things outdoors with my son to stay in shape. We like camping together. After a weekend in the woods, I’m sorer than after a week at the gym!
The reason why the Son of God took upon him our nature, was, the fall of our first parents.
Son, never throw a punch at a redwood.
If my son is happy, then I am happy.
I did nothing to deserve God’s love; in fact, I was living as an orphan, without hope. Yet God chose to pursue a relationship with me, and through the death of his son Jesus, I was adopted into God’s family.
I write while my son is at school. At about 7:45 A.M., I walk him there, with the dogs, then walk them for another forty minutes or so, go home and chain myself to the desk a little before 9 A.M., and try not to be distracted until I hear my son plunge through the front door at about 3 P.M.
I named all my children after flowers. There’s Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.
As in any person’s life, there have been difficult moments: I have a son with Down’s syndrome; through my photography, I have witnessed all manner of human degradation. But there have also been very happy moments.
So my son is very curious, which is fantastic. He loves school. So I don’t have to encourage him too much, but I love to do it because I know it’s meaningful and words are powerful.
Travellers, like poets, are mostly an angry race: by falling into a daily fit of passion, I proved to the governor and his son, who were profuse in their attentions, that I was in earnest.
Tweeting is a very personal form of expression. Who else could talk about my son refusing to wear a suit to meet the Pope, my husband flying a helicopter, or take a twitpic from our home?
I am not ashamed to say that I am the son of a washerwoman.
I took my children to see ‘Son of Rambow,’ about two boys who make a home movie with a video camera. When you have children, culturally you become involved in their life.
I play chess badly and I’ve been beaten by my 10-year old son.
There is a cost that comes with moving schools so often and it’s not what I want for my son when he gets older, but it did make me very adaptable. I became aware of what was missing from the social structure of each class that I arrived in, and made sure to fill that gap.
It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son – and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.
‘My Father’s Eyes’ is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father’s eyes was when I looked into my son’s eyes.
Marriage is a definite no-no. I am totally married to my company. Emotionally, my mother fills up the void in my life. So there it is. My company is a spouse I will never cheat on, and my mother completes me as a son. I think I have a full family unit of my own.
If I wasn’t Eddie Albert’s son, I’d be someone else’s. It gave me a chance to do a lot of traveling, but mostly I’m glad I’m his son because he’s such a good man.
My son likes to go see mines and electric plants, or the Large Hadron Collider, and we’ve had a chance to see a lot of interesting stuff.
Even now, my husband Jerry, our son Matthew and I live only five minutes away from my parents home, and my brothers live about ten minutes away. It’s been great having such a supportive family.
I was so proud to have the Reagan name and to be Ronald Reagan’s son. What a great honor.
As a single withered tree, if set aflame, causes a whole forest to burn, so does a rascal son destroy a whole family.
I allow myself to not feel the need to be some sort of wonder woman. You can’t do everything at once and tear your hair out when you miss your baby using a potty for the first time, although my son was obviously very sad that his mum was not there on his big day.
I have a son, who is my heart. A wonderful young man, daring and loving and strong and kind.
Fiction writing was in my blood from a very young age, but I never considered writing as a real career. I thought you had to have some literary pedigree to be a successful author, the son of Hemingway or Fitzgerald.
In fact my son subscribes to Pro Bull Rider magazine.
There is a certain moment in the film when the son is in the nursing home and he goes to the television and turns it off because he sees himself in the image.
What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathing character.
I always did the cooking at home, and we always tried for balance. We’ve been vigilant about how and what our kids eat. For example, my son would just as soon go for the grapes as he would the chips… and the chips are baked.
A lot of older parents worry about being older parents. I hear people say, ‘I don’t want to be too old to play baseball with my son.’ They worry that their kids will be embarrassed by their parents’ age.
It’s much worse to read criticism about your son than yourself.
Every man is the son of his own works.
Mom spent the time that she was supposed to be a kid actully raising children, her younger brother and younger sister. She was tough as nails and did not suffer fools at all. And the truth was she could not afford to. She spoke the truth, bluntly, directly, and without much varnish. I am her son.
I have a five year-old son and a three year-old daughter. I want my son to have a choice to contribute fully in the workforce or at home. And I want my daughter to have the choice to not just succeed, but to be liked for her accomplishments.
It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.’
I’m always amazed… I took my 11-year-old to an oceanography camp, and these girls came over to me, and my son was like ‘Oh here we go, Dad,’ because they had been looking. They were like, ‘You’re the guy, aren’t you?’ And I said, ‘Well, maybe.’ They said, ‘He is, he’s the guy on ‘Charmed!’
I had a simple goal in life: to be true to my parents and our country as an honorable son, a caring brother, and a good citizen.
My son ain’t going to be miserable because he’s going to be the child of a rock star, the end.
Son, always tell the truth. Then you’ll never have to remember what you said the last time.
When every piece of furniture and your underwear are taken by the bank, when you lose your house in Florida, in New York, in Amsterdam and L.A., when your wife is dying and your son abandons you, you don’t feel very good.
David Burnett was the son of Martha Foley, who edited the Best American Short Stories series. She hired me to work with David and her to read stories for the anthology.
The most important thing for me is having a relationship with God. To know that the owner, the creator of the universe loves you, sent His Son to die for your sins; that’s very empowering. Knowing Him and knowing that He loves me gives me encouragement and confidence to move forward.
After a hundred years the son of the King then reigning, who was of another family from that of the sleeping Princess, was a-hunting on that side of the country, and he asked what those towers were which he saw in the middle of a great thick wood.
It’s not like the original movie where you thought it was the mother committing the murders, but it was actually the son. I don’t think it’s possible to create the kind of shock today that we created in 1959. And I don’t even want to try.
I love to run. I was challenged to run the New York marathon four months after having my youngest son, and since running isn’t a big part of softball, the thought of a marathon was a stretch for me.
