parental-love

When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.

I am empowered and thankful for my parents_ love and support.

The circumstances surrounding your birth is not as important as the opportunity to live life.

The day of birth is day of life.

When it comes to the crunch, coming out is the greatest of all confessions. Nothing is more difficult to acknowledge. When we become ourselves we reach right back to the time when we were conceived out of our parents_ passion. We murder their lives. There can never be any forgiveness.

Every day we are reborn.

Things had improved after he was born. We both loved him with such fervor that it was impossible that some wouldn__ splash back on us.

I believe that parents who love their children do everything for them with love, even discipline.

You and I. Hand in hand. An endless story of love. A love that grew in me for 9 months and only grows bigger each day.You and I. Hand in hand. An endless journey. Countless steps. One destination - your happiness.You and I. Hand in hand. My heart and blood. I'll share it all - take it - my whole life is you.

She will not plant the seed in their mind, that a parent is capable of abandoning her children, of saying to them You are not enough. For Pari, the children and Eric have always been enough. They always will be.

The accountant lingers at his children's doorway a moment more, listening to the easy rhythm of their breathing, and something cold moves through him, like the passage of a ghost - but he know that's not it. It's more like the portent of a future. A future that must never come to pass......and for the first time, he gives rise to a thought that is silently echoed in millions of homes that night. My God... what have we done?

Y'all know how much I love you? "Infinity and back again," I say the way I've said it a million times. And then, daddy says to me, "go on and add a little bit more to that.

It is the responsibility of parent to love and care for their children.

Without warning he had become witness to something that stretched back through the eons, ties both elastic and enduring, surpassing death, surpassing life. She was his child. It was as simple as that and that complex.

Thus bound together, they sheltered the child from the cold, dark night, enveloping him in warmth.

The happiness of childhood, the calming of a child's fears and the healthy development of its self-confidence depend directly upon love.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

The birth of a child is a sacred phenomenon.