Parents. Honestly. Sometimes they really do think the world revolves around them.
Randa Abdel-FattahFor the last four years of her life, Mother was in a nursing home called Chateins in St. Louis ... [S]ix months before she died I sent a Mother's Day card. There was a horrible, mushy poem in it. I remember feeling "vaguely guilty.
William S. BurroughsTags: parents guilt old-age mothers neglect sentimentality
Tags: parents relationships behavior partners
The reality is that most of us communicate the same way that we grew up. That communication style becomes our normal way of dealing with issues, our blueprint for communication. It’s what we know and pass on to our own children. We either become our childhood or we make a conscious choice to change it.
Kristen CrockettTags: parents communication childhood parenting
Flawed Human Parents + Shit Life Throws At You = Childhood That 'Builds Character.
Deb CalettiShe has to live, Eliott. I owe her a lifetime of apologies.”
“Sometimes I think that’s all we owe our parents.
How can it be, after all this concentrated effort and separation, how can it be that I still resemble, so very closely, my own detestable mother?
Gabrielle HamiltonTags: humor growing-up family parents adulthood parents-and-children becoming-your-parents
I am most anxious to give my own children enough love and understanding so that they won't grow up with an aching void in them--like you and I and Harold and Martha. That can never be filled, and one goes around all one's life trying, trying to make up for what one didn't get that was one's birthright, asking the wrong people for it.
Anne Morrow LindberghTags: love parents void aching-heart
It’s a bit burned,” my mother would say apologetically at every meal, presenting you with a piece of meat that looked like something — a much-loved pet perhaps — salvaged from a tragic house fire. “But I think I scraped off most of the burned part,” she would add, overlooking that this included every bit of it that had once been flesh.
Happily, all this suited my father. His palate only responded to two tastes - burned and ice cream — so everything suited him so long as it was sufficiently dark and not too startlingly flavorful. Theirs truly was a marriage made in heaven, for no one could burn food like my mother or eat it like my dad.
Tags: humor parents autobiography
You're not supposed to laugh at your own father. Ever.
Jeannette WallsTags: laughter parents respect
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