Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.
I grew up in a Caribbean family household, so the parents are always right. My father smacked me up til I was 20. It was a strict household.
As a parent, you have to figure out how to shape your kid's character. You want to have human beings who learn about good character. You have to be able to see your child with clarity, see the good side and the bad side of them, and work on the bad side and make them better so they fulfill their potential.
I was 5 when I won my first song and dance competition, and my parents asked me if that is what I wanted to do, and I said, "Yeah. " At 5, how can you know that? On some level, I knew that was my gift.
There are a lot of people who go through a lot of tough things, and it doesn't stop them from wanting to be a better parent.
Public education has served as a check on the power of parents, and this is another powerful reason for maintaining it.
My parents were supportive of my creativity but did not have a lot of patience for whimsy with zero production value. They had stuff to do.
I really lucked out in terms of how my parents encouraged me to develop my own personality so I didn't just feel incredibly insecure and like I didn't fit in.
Many of our newly smart would rather be found murdering their children than being kind to their parents. They would prefer to be damned for rudeness than to be snickered at for courtesy.
What better can parents and children give to each other than respectful, understanding attention.
The commandment to honor parents was given to ensure that the elderly, although they may not feel wanted by family or society, are still given their appropriate reward.
I've always wanted to be sure my parents approve of what I do.
The oncoming trouble I speak of is climate change. It's going to affect all of you in the same way the Second World War consumed people of my parent's generation.
I simply cannot understand how any parent could kill themselves.
I just wanted to show the migrants as complex humans with flaws and weakness, with good and bad things, and show that they're parents and family men. I wanted to show them with everything, as they are.
I'm surprised I wasn't sent to therapy in the childhood to be honest. I think my parents must have gotten a kick out of it.
By not paying attention to your body, you are putting it in the same predicament as a neglected child. How can a child be expected to develop normally if the parents pay no attention, if they ignore its cries for help, and remain indifferent to whether their child is happy or unhappy?
Her visits to her former hometown were infrequent and often painful. Pilgrimages fueled by the tepid oxygen of family duty, unease, guilt. The more Esther loved her parents, the more helpless she felt, as they aged, to protect them from harm. A moral coward, she kept her distance.
My parents couldnt be looser. It was the ultimate laissez faire upbringing.
If we accept that we have at least an iota of free will, we cannot throw it back the moment things go wrong. Like a human parent, God will help us when we ask for help, but in a way that will make us more mature, more real, not in a way that will diminish us.