Under adverse conditions, we become more of what we are.
It is easy to kiss a sleeping child. The saddest part is that this kiss is not a memory maker for the sleeping child.
Humans are born with clenched fists. Pray their god a someone in their life to unclench them.
Conflicting signals paralyze the child. The healthy child is in jeopardy when he no longer can trust those in authority and must place trust in himself whom he has been taught not to trust.
To strip a child of trust puts him in a state of unbelief about what he sees and hears and largely what he thinks.
To close the mind of the child is an unpardonable offense. The fear in the guardian is not sufficient excuse.
You will effectively give birth to the physically mature man-child who stammers ‘who am I to know?’ as opposed to the trusting child who shouts ‘I know that I know!’
Children come in all sizes. Some too large to sit on your lap but not too large to sit on your heart.
In retrospect, life is a collection of miracles called coincidences.