Barack Obama Quotes

My first-born. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.

I wish I could freeze time or go back in time and watch my kids grow up all over again because it is just going by too fast.

I'm a really nostalgic person. I love taking photos and video and having memories. I remember all my childhood videos that my dad used to take. I think that's really what life is about - especially when you start a family of your own.

I have a daughter, and fairies meant a lot to her growing up.

The walls of our upstairs hallway testify that we once had photogenic children. There are rows of framed pictures that show them playing baseball, basketball, holding a toad, and smiling in the sunlight at their eager parents. Everything is orderly and bright.

As a child, I was lucky enough to spend each summer with my grandmother.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

I love kids. I was a kid myself, once.

Anyone who doesn't miss the past never had a mother.

Probably the best part of my life has been watching the kids play their games.

I was actually born in Miami. We would spend the summers there growing up, so it's like my second home.

I've never returned to the locations. I do remember certain days more clearly than others and certain locations with a sense of nostalgia. Perhaps one day, I'll bring my daughter to see them, if she's interested.

My mother always carries around these postcard pictures of me.

We have four beautiful children and some wonderful memories.

I don't want to wake up and see my kids going off to college and wonder what happened.

I will go back to riding one day - when I have kids. I have such amazing childhood memories of being on horseback.

I pile up the press clippings and send them off to my mother. She's got a scrapbook going back to when I was, like, eight years old.

Every day is Father's Day to me when I'm with her: when I'll be able to hold my daughter and see her grow and see her smile. That's Father's Day to me every day.

When I was little, my mom made all of my costumes.

Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years.

I hope to be a good role model for my daughters.

Rather than dwelling on the past, we should make the most of today, of the here and now, doing all we can to provide pleasant memories for the future…If you are still in the process of raising children be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled, will disappear all too soon, and that you will, to your surprise, miss them, profoundly.

We laughed about all the kids who believed in the Santa Clause myth and got nothing but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. 'Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten,' Dad said, ' you'll still have your stars.

I wasn't remembering the gift that God had given me. I had totally put all that aside. And my daughter was growing up before my eyes, and I just wanted to grab hold of that. It goes by so fast. I wanted to watch her. I wanted to be that parent - because at that point in time, I was a single parent. Watch her go to school, and when she got home, be there. I wanted that moment.

What do you miss about being alive?" The sound of my mom singing, a little off-key. The way my dad went to all my swim meets and I could hear his whistle when my head was underwater, even if he did yell at me afterward for not trying harder. I miss going to the library. I miss the smell of clothes fresh out of the dryer. I miss diving off the highest board and nailing the landing. I miss waffles" - p. 272.