family-relationships

I didn't give you this life, honey. They took to you because of who you are. You gave yourself this life.

How rarely these few years, as work keeps up aloof,Or fares, or one thing or another,How we had days to spend under our parents' roof;Myself, my sister, and my brother.All five of us will die; to reckon from the pastThis flesh and blood is unforgiving.What's hard is that just one of us will be the lastTo bear it all and go on living.

Bond is stronger than blood. The family grows stronger by bond.

The Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once.

Children are God's way to rekindle the dwindling magic in relationships.

Myriam and I are both hard workers, and together we make a strong team. We found ways to make a living, educate our children, and to take care of my parents until their last days, and we managed to have fun doing it. ...The friendships we made along the way were the biggest treasure of all.

Van Uoc felt the stab of a sad truth: she and her mother would never be as close as her mother and grandmother had been.Her mother got up, stretched her tidy, graceful frame and headed for the kitchen. Van Uoc wanted to be able to offer her some comfort, but what could she say? Her mother was right. The two of them represented an irreconcilable cultural split. Distance between them was inevitable.

Bad habits were all a matter of perspective, and as long as the present was viewed through the lens of the past, anyone would say he was doing a spectacular job.

BEWARE DON'T RUN AFTER A MIRAGEWe were happier when we were poor. We were happier when we did not have good food to eat or good clothes to wear. We were happier when we did not have a luxurious life. We were happier when we did not have our own house because we had a home, a family and understood, loved and lived for each other. I have failed to understand what we run after even when we have all.

We the caregivers, have the power to do things proactively to benefit our present and future generations.

We arrived from New York after a daylong slog through airports and planes and traffic. It was 10: 00 p.m. local time, but my body had no idea if it was night or day. Krishna was hungry, so I found some leftover dosa batter in the kitchen and started making one for her. Next thing I knew, my grandmother was by my side, commandeering the griddle. __et me do it,_ she said. __ou don__ know where anything is._ I insisted, but she won, even though by then she cooked with only one arm, the other still paralyzed from the stroke. Then my aunt Papu came in and yelped, __ou__e making your grandma cook?_ She was appalled. __t__ ten at night!_ Papu took over, my grandmother wouldn__ leave, and my uncle Ravi entered the fray. __ook at you,_ he said. __ou__e supposed to be this famous food person and you__e making these women cook at ten o__lock!_ I quickly remembered how it felt to live with so many people. Every move you make is scrutinized. You get up and it__ __here are you going?_ You come back and it__ __hy are you wearing that blouse? I like the other one better._ You walk outside and someone calls from the veranda, __on__ go that way, there__ too much sun!_ It was exasperating and suffocating and God, I had missed it.

It is sometimes hard to be a family.

...we're not eighteen anymore. We've lived. We've created things that last _ things of joy, and things of burden.

My father managed to change his entire life after I wrote a novel about his brutal regime as a family man. It took resoluteness and courage for my father to change, and I need to acknowledge that.

There is no right way to be a family.

In view of the frequent occurrence of modern domestic groups that do not consist of, or contain, an exclusive pair-bonded father and mother, I cannot see why anyone should insist that our ancestors were reared in monogamous nuclear families and that pair-bonding is more natural than other arrangements.

Your mother wasn__ upset. __cars stay with you so you don__ forget,_ she said. She seemed almost satisfied.

It took me a long time to realiseThat mothers are women who carry you And not necessarily in their womb.