Frederick Buechner,'Whistling in the Dark' When a child is born, a father is born. A mother is born, too of read more

Frederick Buechner,'Whistling in the Dark' When a child is born, a father is born. A mother is born, too of course, but at least for her it's a gradual process. Body and soul, she has nine months to get used to what's happening. She becomes what's happening. But for even the best-prepared father, it happens all at once. On the other side of a plate-glass window, a nurse is holding up something roughly the size of a loaf of bread for him to see for the first time. Even if he should decide to abandon it forever ten minutes later, the memory will nag him to the grave. He has seen the creation of the world. It has his mark on it. He has its mark on him. Both marks are, for better or for worse, indelible. All sons, like all daughters, are prodigals if they're smart. Assuming the Old Man doesn't run out on them first, they will run out on him if they are to survive, and if he's smart he won't put up too much of a fuss. A wise father sees all this coming, and maybe that's why he keeps his distance from the start. He must survive too. Whether they ever find their way home again, none can say for sure, but it's the risk he must take if they're ever to find their way at all. In the meantime, the world tends to have a soft spot in its heart for lost children. Lost fathers have to fend for themselves. Even as the father lays down the law, he knows that someday his children will break it as they need to break it if ever they're to find something better than law to replace it. Until and unless that happens, there's no telling the scrapes they will get into trying to lose him and find themselves. Terrible blnders will be made-dissapointments and failures, hurts and losses of every kind. And they'll keep making them even after they've found themselves too, of course, because growing up is a process that goes on and on. And every hard knock they ever get, knocks the father even harder still, if that's possible, and if and when they finally come through more or less in one piece at the end, there's maybe no rejoicing greater than his in all creation. -Fatherhood.

Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said. -Unknown.

Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said. -Unknown.

An aware parent loves all children he or she meets and interacts with-for you are a caretaker for those moments read more

An aware parent loves all children he or she meets and interacts with-for you are a caretaker for those moments in time. -Doc Childre.

Most people do not receive nearly enough appreciation. How can this be when appreciation is free, easy, and readily available? read more

Most people do not receive nearly enough appreciation. How can this be when appreciation is free, easy, and readily available? All you have to do is speak. Go give some away now.

Teenagers are people who act like babies if they're not treated like adults. -MAD Magazine.

Teenagers are people who act like babies if they're not treated like adults. -MAD Magazine.

As adults, we must ask more of our children than they know how to ask of themselves. What can we read more

As adults, we must ask more of our children than they know how to ask of themselves. What can we do to foster their open-hearted hopefulness, engage their need to collaborate, be an incentive to utilize their natural competency and compassion...show them ways they can connect, reach out, weave themselves into the web of relationships that is called community. . -Dawna Markova.

Never underestimate a parent's ability to mortify his child.

Never underestimate a parent's ability to mortify his child.

Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother. -Arab proverb.

Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother. -Arab proverb.

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, read more

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings. -Hodding Carter.