Parenting Small Children Quotes & Sayings

If you ever mention something fun that you are going to do with your young children, and there is any time that will elapse between the very moment you bring it up and when you are actually doing the fun thing, you will be batraged with questions during that entire time period. If you tell them that you might go to Disney at some point in the coming year, you have opened a Pandora's box. — Jim Gaffigan

There is no one better than a good Englishman and no one worse than a bad one. I have observed you. I think you are a good one. Mr Pine, do you know Richard Roper? — John Le Carre

Give a small boy a hammer and he will find that everything he encounters needs pounding. — Abraham Kaplan

Luckily, children's memories don't start much before four years of age, which is Mother Nature's way of forgiving parents during those really tough years of parenting small children. — Judy Arnall

I press my eyes shut and will the thoughts away. But they refuse to comply, and instead, they lodge themselves in the crevasses of my brain, poking out just enough that I know they're still with me, like a tiny splinter in your baby toe that gnaws away at you with every step you take. — Allison Winn Scotch

A generation of children is not only being raised indoors, but is being confined to even smaller spaces. Jane Clark, a University of Maryland professor of kinesiology ... calls them "containerized kids"
they spend more and more time in car seats, high chairs, and even baby seats for watching TV. When small children go outside, they're often placed in containers
strollers
and pushed by walking or jogging parents ... Most kid-containerizing is done for safety concerns, but the long term health of these children is compromised. (35) — Richard Louv

From my observation, the older you get, the more you like the word cozy.
That's why most of the elderly wear pants with elastic waistbands. If they wear pants at all. This may explain why grandparents are in love with buying grand kids pajamas and bathrobes. — Holly Goldberg Sloan

She blinked, sat up, and saw Chris in the bathroom doorway. He'd just gotten out the shower. His hair was damp, and he was dressed only in his briefs. The sight of his thin, boyish body - all ribs and elbows and knees - pulled at her heart, for he looked so innocent and vulnerable. He was so small adn fragile that she wondered how she could ever protect him, and renewed fear rose in her. — Dean Koontz

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. — George Carlin

Custodians of our peace of mind, the focus of our understandable and rightful dread of being inferior; official censors, judges, and executors. — Ray Bradbury

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. — William Shakespeare

Pixels don't have the depth, the resonance you're looking for. No matter how hight the resolution, how true the colours, they're still only an impressionist approximation of their subject. Whereas film captures something of its essence, a transferral that goes beyond the chemical process. A real photograph is created by light, pure and simple: a paintbrush of photons that leaves its mark on the canvas of the film. There's a physical link between photographer and subject that calls for fine judgement, for skill. — Simon Beckett

Leave part of the yard rough. Don't manicure everything. Small children in particular love to turn over rocks and find bugs, and give them some space to do that. Take your child fishing. Take your child on hikes. — Richard Louv

In between every action and reaction, there is a space. Usually the space is extremely small because we react so quickly, but take notice of that space and expand it. Be aware in that space that you have a choice to make. You can choose how to respond, and choose wisely, because the next step you take will teach your child how to handle anger and could either strengthen or damage your relationship. — Rebecca Eanes

She brought a chair into the room and placed it alongside the top of his bed. Then she held his hand as he drifted off to sleep. It was so small in her own hand, and it felt warm and dry. She pressed his hand gently, and his fingers returned the pressure, but only just, as he was almost asleep by then. She remembered, but not very well, what it was to fall asleep holding the hand of another; how precious such an experience, how fortunate those to whom it was vouchsafed by the gods of Friendship, or of Love. She thought she had forgotten that, but now she remembered. — Alexander McCall Smith