Sigara zilizidi kuvutwa, ndani ya nyumba, na magaidi wale wawili, wakati Murphy akisinzia kudanganyia kama kweli nguvu zilishamwisha. Alimfikiria tena mpenzi wake Sophia, safari hii sana. Alimkumbuka Debbie; hakujua alikuwa wapi na hakujua mama yake angefanya nini kama Debbie angekufa, na Murphy ndiye aliyetoka naye. Debbie alimuuma zaidi. Alimkataza kufa kwa ajili ya mchumba wake. Sasa alikufa kwa ajili ya mtu ambaye hakumjua. Murphy alijilaumu kumtongoza na kumchukua kwao na kulala naye na kula chakula chake cha kifalme. Wazazi wake wangejisikiaje kama angekufa, tena katika mazingira ya kutatanisha kama yale. Kufa alijua angekufa; lakini Mungu angemsaidia, awaage watu wake.

Do we not see the influence we have when we say we believe in one thing, but our children see us living something else? Do we not realize how little we encourage our children to actually decide what they believe, declare what they believe, and then live by it? Whether it’s religion, politics, sports, or societal norms. It is not our place to tell our kids what to think. It is our place to teach our kids to think correctly. If we do this, we need have no fear of what they will decide for themselves and how strongly they’ll stand behind it. A man will follow his own convictions to his death, but he’ll only follow another man’s convictions until he steps in manure.

Many a man has known that startling instant in which Dan Cupid, that busy young rascal, took things in hand, and told him that his baby girl was not a baby girl now, and was about to fly away from him. It is both a happy and a sad thrill that shoots through a man at such an instant. Happy and joyous at his girl’s arrival at maturity; sad, as it brings to mind that awkward fact that his own youth is now but a myth; and that his scalp is showing vacant spots. His baby girl in a bridal gown! His baby girl a Matron! His baby girl proudly placing a grandchild in his lap!! It’s an impossibility!! But this big world is full of this kind of impossibility, and will stay so as long as Man lasts.

...my father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time, making the air humid, hard to breathe, my father stalking around with his lower jaw jutting out, giving him the look of a wounded, vengeful boxer, grinding his teeth so loud you could hear it across the room ... I'm sure he told himself: 'I never hit her'. I'm sure because of this technicality he never saw himself as an abuser. But he turned our family life into an endless road trip with bad directions and a rage-clenched driver, a vacation that never got a chance to be fun.

Počas jedného takéhoto kriku, keď tatino naháňal maminu po byte s rybou, ktorá mala ešte oči, som si uvedomila, že neviem, čo budem robiť, keď tu nebudú. Nejde o to, že si neviem navariť nič iné ako párky alebo že budem chodiť v pokrčených veciach, lebo neznášam žehlenie, alebo že nebudem mať z čoho platiť nájom, pretože si neviem predstaviť, že ma niekto zamestná. Prinajhoršom budem hladná, nezamestnaná a pokrčená, ale ako môže človek existovať bez svojich rodičov?

I have heard that, with some persons, temperance – that is, moderation – is almost impossible; and if abstinence be an evil (which some have doubted), no one will deny that excess is a greater. Some parents have entirely prohibited their children from tasting intoxicating liquors; but a parent’s authority cannot last for ever; children are naturally prone to hanker after forbidden things; and a child, in such a case, would be likely to have a strong curiosity to taste, and try the effect of what has been so lauded and enjoyed by others, so strictly forbidden to himself – which curiosity would generally be gratified on the first convenient opportunity; and the restraint once broken, serious consequences might ensue.

Parents should also question much of the contemporary emphasis on special materials and equipment for learning in a child's environment. A clutter of toys can be more confusing than satisfying to a child. On the other hand, natural situations, with opportunieties to explore, seldom overstimulate or trouble a small child. Furthermore, most children will find greater satisfaction and demonsstrate greater learning from things they make and do with their parents or other people than from elaborate toys or learning materials. And there is no substitute for solitude - in the sandpile, mud puddle, or play area - for a yound child to work out his own fantasies. Yet this privilege is often denied in our anxiety to institutionalize children.

I met this boy here who I knew as a kid and his mum left him with a pedophile for two weeks when he was eight years old and I'm presuming you know everything there is to know about Jonah's father, and that my father is dead, and my mother hasn't been around for years, and God knows Jessa's real story. So what I'm saying here, Sergeant, is that we're just a tad low on the reliable adult quota so you have no right to be all self-righteous about what Chaz did and if you're going to go around not talking to him when his only crime was wanting me to have what he has, then I think you're going to turn out to be a bit of a dud and you know something? I'm just a bit over life's little disappointments right now. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Dads. It’s time to show our sons how to properly treat a woman. It’s time to show our daughters how a girl should expect be treated. It’s time to show forgiveness and compassion. It’s time to show our children empathy. It’s time to break social norms and teach a healthier way of life! It’s time to teach good gender roles and to ditch the unnecessary ones. Does it really matter if your son likes the color pink? Is it going to hurt anybody? Do you not see the damage it inflicts to tell a boy that there is something wrong with him because he likes a certain color? Do we not see the damage we do in labeling our girls “tom boys” or our boys “feminine” just because they have their own likes and opinions on things? Things that really don’t matter?

But I'm learning it's human nature to want the things you can't have. What changes is how you go about pursuing the things you want. When you're a little kid and you're told no, you scream and throw a temper tantrum. When you're a teenager and your parents tell you no, you're old enough to internalize your temper tantrum. But you're smarter and you're sneakier this time around. So you nod and act like you care when they say no, when they tell you who you can be friends with, when they say the know what's best. But then you go behind their backs to do it anyway. Because at some point, you need to start calling the shots. At some point, you need to start believing you know whats best. Or, I thought with a smile, you just stop asking for their permission in the first place.

Children coming forth today have a greater capacity to deal with the greater variety of information that is coming forward than you did. They deliberately are coming forth into this environment where there is more to contemplate. This generation gap that you are talking about, it has ever been thus. Each new generation, every new individual, that comes forth, is doing with you having prepared a different platform for them to proceed from. There is this thing that gets in the way of that that says, "I'm the parent. I got here first. I know more than you do." From the children's perspective, and from the purity of their Nonphysical perspective, that they are saying is, "You're the parent. You got here first. You prepared a platform that I am leaping off from - and my leap will be beyond anything that yo have ever known.

Eros mumbled something."I'm sorry?" said Aphrodite."Whatwouldjesusdo.""What would Jesus do?" said Aphrodite. "Let me tell you something. Jesus was a very good boy. He would do exactly what his mother told him to.""But-""Jesus was supposed to be a god, right?" said Aphrodite. "Ergo, he did revenge. All gods do revenge.""Not exactly. He said you should turn the other-""What else does your Jesus say?" Aphrodite interrupted."I thought you didn't care.""Let me see," said Aphrodite. "I remember. 'Honour thy father and mother'.""One, that wasn't Jesus. And two, it's hard to honour your father when there are so many candidates for who he might be.""That's not very nice," said Aphrodite. "You know who your father is. It's your cousin Ares."[...]"I wish the Virgin Mary was my mother," grumbled Eros eventually.

Parents need to realize that the world is getting complicated every second. With new problems, new diseases, new habits. They have to realize the vast probability of their kids being victims of this age, this complicated era. Your kids could be exposed to problems that no kind of therapy can help. Your kids could be brainwashed by themselves to believe in insane theories that drive them crazy. Most kids will go through this stage. The lucky ones will understand. They will grow out of them. The most unlucky ones will live in these problems. Grow in them and never move forward. They will cut themselves, overdose on drugs, take up excessive drinking and smoking, for the slightest problems in their lives. You can't blame these kids for not being thankful or satisfied with what they have. Their mentality eludes them from the reality.

Why shouldn't Mom trust me, Dad" Why are you so determined to make me out to be the bad guy all the time?" I stared at the side of his face, willing him to make eye contact. He didn't. "I've been doing really good late and you don't even care.""Yet you still managed to get into trouble tonight," he said."You have no idea what happened tonight," I said, my voice ratcheting up a notch. "All you know is that, because I was involved, I'm somehow guilty of something. You could at least pretend to care, you know. You could at least try to understand."Dad gave a sardonic little laugh. "I'll tell you what I understand," he said. "I understand that when you're left to your own devices you get into trouble, that's what I understand. I understand I was trying to have a happy, restful evening with Briley and once again you screwed it up.

Wir alle machen unsere ersten Erfahrungen am anderen Geschlecht an unseren Eltern und Geschwistern. Die Beziehung der Eltern zueinander, die an ihnen erlebte Ehe oder sonstige Gemeinschaft, die Erfahrungen mit unseren Geschwistern formen unsere Erwartungen von Partnerschaft, Liebe und Sexualität. Hatten wir das Glück, unsere Eltern auch als Paar lieben zu können, ohne sie idealisieren zu müssen, ohne sie andererseits bedauern oder verachten, ja vielleicht hassen zu müssen; konnten wir ihre Begrenztheit, ihre Sorgen und Probleme, ihr Bemühen miterleben, aber auch ihre Freuden, ihr Zueinander-Stehen, ihr Verständnis für und ihr Vertrauen zueinander, haben wir mehr Aussichten, einen Partner zu finden, der solchen Erwartungen entspricht, und haben zugleich für unser eigenes Partner-Sein ein realisierbares Bild vorschweben.