The things I really learned, I learned from watching my parents. They take care of business. Always have.
Although my family - parents and sister - all work in the personnel management business, their real passion is performing, amateur operatic societies and so on.
My parents worked for Exxon, and they gave me every chance to take part in music. I took guitar lessons, and I was in the choir at school.
My parents are very cool and wildly supportive - maybe almost too much. I want to tell them to chill out.
My parents were vegetarians. I'd show up at school, this giant black kid, with none of the cool clothes and a tofu sandwich and celery sticks.
Strange about parents. We have such easy access to them and such daunting problems of communication.
Parents walk a fine line between discipline and grace - values have to hold even when circumstances change or call for compromise or compassion. It's the ultimate challenge to be both firm and fluid, soft and strong, yielding yet rock solid.
As a young child, I suffered from poor health. My parents encouraged me to swim, which really improved my condition.
Our parents came home one day and heard us, and they thought it was the radio, but our grandfather told them it was us.
One important lesson is this: It is okay to try and fail at something, but it isn't okay to not try. Parents need to encourage their kids, and it all starts in the home.
It's nice to have a pause to parent and to be more present at home, teaching them how to drive cars and navigate boys and all this sort of thing.
Coming from a broken home, I wanted to be as sure as I could be that my kids would have two parents who will stay together and bring them up.
Parents have the ability to screen their children's Internet access at home.
However painful the process of leaving home, for parents and for children, the really frightening thing for both would be the prospect of the child never leaving home.
People don't always realize that my parents shared a sense of intellectual curiosity and a love of reading and of history.
I'm probably the only kid in history whose parents made him stop taking music lessons. They made me stop studying the accordion.
I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.
I grew up where my parents would literally shove me in the car rather than have to say hello to a neighbor.
I pop gum. My parents get so annoyed with me. I know my dad wishes he never taught me how to do that.
My parents did divorce, but my dad has always been present for me and loving me and my mom as well when she was alive.
My mom was a working woman. She made more money than my dad. Both my parents worked. And this was in the '60s.
