I have a large family with lots of little kids.
When my kids were young, we could move and experience different countries and, in my case, different clubs and different football, but there is a moment when they need some stability.
We go old-school during the summer, like swimming or setting up lemonade stands. I try to teach my kids to make their own fun.
The average Indian doesn’t care about Hollywood movies because they have far too many movies of their own to watch, to miss, and I hope a story like ‘Million Dollar Arm,’ that is actually about India and deals with these two Indian kids, resonates over there and makes people want to go and see the movie.
Now I see other kids and their parents, and I compare them to my dad. Our dad was a really normal father when he was with us. We would get grounded if we did something bad. He would ground us. He wouldn’t call it grounding; he’d just say, ‘You’re on punishment.’ Sometimes we’d be on punishment a lot.
Nobody can ever make enough money for as many poor relatives as I’ve got. Somebody’s got a sick kid, or somebody needs an operation, somebody ain’t got this, somebody ain’t got that. Or to give the kids all a car when they graduate.
The problem with writing a book in verse is, to be successful, it has to sound like you knocked it off on a rainy Friday afternoon. It has to sound easy. When you can do it, it helps tremendously because it’s a thing that forces kids to read on. You have this unconsummated feeling if you stop.
I was raised in the greatest of homes… just a really great dad, and I miss him so much… he was a good man, a real simple man… Very faithful, always loved my mom, always provided for the kids, and just a lot of fun.
I had been carpooling kids for 33 years.
Within childhood behaviors, there are known behaviors; there’s teasing and there’s name-calling, and different kinds of things happen as kids start to socialize. And then there’s serious bullying, and then there’s actual aggression and behavioral problems. But you can’t put it all under the tent of bullying.
I like kids’ work more than work by real artists any day.
Boxing’s a poor man’s sport. We can’t afford to play golf or tennis. It is what it is. It’s kept so many kids off the street. It kept me off the street.
It’s great if the in-laws themselves put up boundaries. But if they won’t; it’s up to their grown kids to do it and enforce them.
I need to work to support myself and my kids. No one pays for my support.
I tell the kids, somebody’s gotta win, somebody’s gotta lose. Just don’t fight about it. Just try to get better.
I’ve got six kids from three mums.
My life used to be like that game of freeze tag we played as kids. Once tagged, you had to freeze in the position you were in. Whenever something happened, I’d freeze like a statue, too afraid of moving the wrong way, of making the wrong decision. The problem is, if you stand still too long, that’s your decision.
When my trust fund ran out, I panicked. I have a lot of admiration for the kids who come to the big city with nothing and make it.
Every single person, pretty much, is taught what they’re supposed to do: go to school, get a job, find someone to love, get married, have kids, raise the kids, and then die. Nobody questions that. What if you want to do something different?
When kids hit one year old, it’s like hanging out with a miniature drunk. You have to hold onto them. They bump into things. They laugh and cry. They urinate. They vomit.
We lived together as kids, and now we’re taking care of each other as men.
I like my airplane. It’s as much a part of me as anything but my wife and kids.
For the first five years of Luca’s life, I desperately wanted to be a good mother and not to pass on this trauma and darkness that his father and I had experienced, but there’s a danger of suffocating your kids, too.
This is my work ethic: I do not want to raise my future kids where I was raised, and I know the only way to do it is working, working, working, working, working.
I go to movies with my children and see fat kids burping, parents portrayed as total morons, and kids being mean and materialistic, and I feel it’s really slim pickin’s out there. There’s a little dribble of a moral tacked on, but the story is not about that.
Growing up in Canada, most kids from Canada dream of playing in the NHL, and they also hope one day to be on a Stanley Cup team. That was a big goal.
I’m an avid University of Miami Hurricanes fan. I hope to come to the day where I can still do some stuff for NBC and somehow integrate it with an RV tour of the South for college football. Luckily, my wife, she’s a Florida State alum, so I wouldn’t have to talk her into it. I think our kids would think we’re weird.
Kids are generally rotten until the age of about six, when they become people.
The Club Kids were about fun. Wild, messy fun – the more debauched, the better.
I’m not devastated over a baseball game. If somebody came to me and said, ‘Your wife is terminally ill.’ Or, if my kids and wife get on a plane and I got a call that said, ‘Something happened with the plane,’ that’s devastating.
Kids don’t even read comic books anymore. They’ve got more important things to do – like video games.
I’m becoming far more interested in just functionality and making sure my body is as strong as it can be so I can swing my kids around and not worry about aches and pains.
Sometimes, it’s just easier to say yes to that extra snack or dessert, because frankly, it is exhausting to keep saying no. It’s exhausting to plead with our kids to eat just one more bite of vegetables.
One of the most beautiful things in the world is seeing a mommy with her kids. There’s nothing more beautiful, nothing more sublime.
Unfortunately, the highly curious student is a small percentage of the kids.
All I can say is, I don’t encourage younger kids to read my books, and actually, the biggest age group on my Facebook page is 25- to 35-year-old women.
I wanna make it cool for kids to get into tech, startups, and entrepreneurship – cooler than buying a bunch of jewelry.
Kids can sniff out a moral. They can feel the heavy hand of an adult.
I can’t see why people call me a bad influence. I meet a lot of kids who are into music. I spend as much time as I can with them. I listen to their demos, and I’m encouraging.
I am a better person when I am writing, and I am probably a better mother because I can focus all that laser attention on these characters rather than worrying about my kids.
Sting and I have six kids between us. A lot of members of our family have ADHD and dyslexia.
Police arrested two kids yesterday, one was drinking battery acid, the other was eating fireworks. They charged one and let the other one off.
Likewise, there is no evidence that texting teaches people to spell badly: rather, research shows that those kids who text frequently are more likely to be the most literate and the best spellers, because you have to know how to manipulate language.
I have a lot of other stuff to accomplish before I get to kids. Whenever the time is right, I’ll just know. If I had a girl, she’d probably be really rebellious. She would be like a bundle of karma. I would love to bring them up in Barbados.
This might be the first generation where kids are dying at a younger age than their parents and it’s related primarily to the obesity problem.
I would love to write more children’s books. There is such a high standard out there for children’s books; there are really amazing writers. It is a fantastic creative outlet and such an amazing teaching tool. The thing I love about kids, too, is it is so imaginative and poetic.
As a teacher you can see the difference in kids who have parents who were involved. That difference, by the time these kids get to the third grade, is drastic.
I have two new nephews and a new niece this year, so I have plenty of kids that I can spend time with.
Once your kid reaches middle school, parents are really supposed to fade out of the social picture. Kids are supposed to make their own plans, keep up with sophisticatedly crude discussions, and be able to go out on their own without supervision.
When I’m around the kids I feel like I act the most grown-up just because you’re supposed to. And I say things, like every other day, that remind me of my own parents.
Survival is not about being fearless. It’s about making a decision, getting on and doing it, because I want to see my kids again, or whatever the reason might be.
To me, the most shocking thing about grit is how little we know, how little science knows, about building it. Every day, parents and teachers ask me, ‘How do I build grit in kids? What do I do to teach kids a solid work ethic? How do I keep them motivated for the long run?’ The honest answer is, I don’t know.
Video games and computers have become babysitters for kids.
I get a little cranky with the whole business about kids not having attention spans. This reminds me of the usual business of thinking that the next generation is hopeless. Every generation has said that about every younger generation.
I think growing up is difficult and it’s a process that I’m always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes.
I wish there were two of me and 48-hour days so I could get everything done. But for me, I have to not try and think that everything has to be 100% perfect all the time and leave room for error. As long as my kids feel loved and a priority, everything really is secondary.
