My parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles were all funny, and I felt that energy, that delivery, that timing, that sarcasm. All that stuff seeped into my brain.
Pride adversely affects all our relationships - our relationship with God and His servants, between husband and wife, parent and child, employer and employee, teacher and student, and all mankind.
My foster parents were very religious. They told me that they had not decided to take me in, rather that it was God that had decided it for them.
Just the simple act of sharing wisdom is something that many parents have left to society to do; however, that is not what God teaches in His word.
Yes, I am Algerian of Moroccan origin through my parents, but all my life is Algeria. I was born there.
My parents are older, and they lead a somewhat sheltered life. It was difficult to talk with them about things that were embarrassing to me, and that I had never spoken to them about.
If you asked me, parents were supposed to affect the life of their child in such a way that the child grows up to be responsible, able to participate in life and in community.
I don't relate to that angst-y kid who hates their parents because they were horrible. It's just not my life and it's not the life of a lot of my friends.
I'm interested in youth culture - when your parents are running your life, but you think you're the big man - but I'm not trying to make a statement.
My parents really wanted me to get out of New York, be exposed to other people, other ways of life.
I'm an only child, and I think one of the sweet things about that is that my parents are really interested in every aspect of my life.
In real life, my parents pretty much approved of all my boyfriends. I guess I was doing something wrong. I should have been more rebellious.
Having loving and supporting parents didn't make me feel any better about the possibility of seeing my personal life splashed across newspapers and tabloids.
Life was very simple. My parents had come from the North of England, which is a fairly rugged, bleak, hard-working part of England, and so there was not the expectation of luxury.
Whether I'm running, working, relating, parenting, learning - whatever I'm doing, I want to surround myself with people who push me.
It is paradoxical that many educators and parents still differentiate between a time for learning and a time for play without seeing the vital connection between them.
Healthy love, I always think, is... wanting the person you love to be more of themselves. And I think for a parent that's a challenge, because you have to let a baby spread its wings.
When you become a parent, it blows you open in ways that you never thought possible in terms of a level of love that I know I never thought I could possibly have.
From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.
There's something about a divorce in that even if your parents still love you, the fact that they can't live with each other makes you feel there's something wrong with you.
I love having different cultures around, but when the parent culture kind of dissipates, you're left thinking, 'Well, what's going on?'
