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:Parenthood
If it was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor!
Shouting to make your children obey is like using the horn to steer your car, and you get about the same results.
To be in your children's memories tomorrow, you have to be in their lives today.
The smartest advice on raising children is to enjoy them while they are still on your side.
The best way to keep kids at home is to give it a loving atmosphere - and hide the keys to the car.
The right temperature in a home is maintained by warm hearts, not by hot heads.
Parents: People who bare infants, bore teenagers, and board newlyweds.
The joy of motherhood: What a woman experiences when all the children are finally in bed.
Life’s golden age is when the kids are too old to need baby-sitters and too young to borrow the family car.
Grandparents are similar to a piece of string - handy to have around and easily wrapped around the fingers of grandchildren.
A child outgrows your lap, but never outgrows your heart.
God gave you two ears and one mouth.... so you should listen twice as much as you talk.
There are three ways to get something done: Do it yourself, hire someone to do it, or forbid your children to do it.
Adolescence is the age when children try to bring up their parents.
Cleaning your house while your kids are at home is like trying to shovel the driveway during a snowstorm.
Oh, to be only half as wonderful as my child thought I was when he was small, and half as stupid as my teenager now thinks I am.
There are only two things a child will share willingly: communicable diseases and his mother’s age.
Money isn't everything, but it sure keeps the kids in touch.
Adolescence is the age at which children stop asking questions because they know all the answers.
A alarm clock is a device for awakening people who don't have small children.
No wonder kids are confused today. Half the adults tell them to find themselves; the other half tell them to get lost.
People hardest to convince that it's time for retirement are children at bedtime.
Kids really brighten a household; they never turn off any lights.
:After A Long Winter
Up earlier than usual. The air is calling.
Spring air is different from winter air.
Tree branches are serrated with red bud teeth.
Later, they grow chartreuse fuzz, making pale green auras in the sun.
Summer leaves will be dark, shading, but spring leaves let the light through.
Spring trees glow in the daytime, spreading translucent canopies.
The birds are out, racketing their news from bush to branch. Cats are still curled up on fire escapes. They are in no hurry to get up in the cool morning air and they know it will warm up later. They are watching the birds. They can wait.
The air is clear, clean cool. The smells are tiny smells, little whiffs of green, a ribbon of brown mud, the blue smell of the sky. Midday is mild enough for short sleeves. I eat my lunch outsider, sitting on a warm brick wall. The breeze lifts my hair and riffles the edge of my skirt. I have to squint. Everything tastes better.
Until today I had been too huddled in my winter coat to notice the quiet coming of flowers. Suddenly, daffodils smile in my face, parrot tulips wave their beaky petals, and fragrant white blossoms are pinned to dogwood trees like bows in a young girl's hair.
The evening is soft. I need my thin jacket.
It's still light out when I walk home from the Metro.
I could walk for hours.
Like a kid playing street games with her friends, I don't want to go in.
When I went to work this morning, I left my windows open.
Spring came in through the screens while I was gone.
It's as if I had used a big sliver key and rolled back the roof like a lid on a sardine can.
The indoors smell like the outdoors.
It will be like lying down in the grass to sleep.
The sheets are cool. The quilt is warm.
The light fades outside my windows. This weekend, I think I'll wash my car.
:Never Judge A Book by Its Cover
A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard's outer office .The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods country folk had not business at Harvard, and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge .She frowned. "We want to see the president," the man said softly. "He'll be busy all day," the secretary snapped. "We'll wait," the lady replied.
For hours, the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't. And the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president. "Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. He signed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with nobodies, but he detested gingham and homespun suits cluttering his office.
The president, stern-faced with dignity, strutted toward the couple .The lady told him, "We had a son that attended Harvard for one year .He loved Harvard, and was very happy here. But he was accidentally killed. And my husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him somewhere on campus. "The president wasn't touched, and she was shocked, "Madam," he said gruffly, "we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died, this place would look like a cemetery."
"Oh, no" the lady explained quickly, "we don't want to erect a statue .We thought we would give a building to Harvard." The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have and earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical plant at Harvard.
For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased .He could get rid of them now. The lady turned to her husband and said quietly. "Is that all it costs to start a university?" Her husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name -- a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.
You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who can do nothing for them or to them.