It was my father who - after, at age 15, I had attempted unsuccessfully to drive the family car using a 'borrowed' key and knocked down a wall of the garage - convinced me over the telephone not to run away from home and who then came home from work not to punish me but rather to console and comfort me.
Parents don't make mistakes because they don't care, but because they care so deeply.
God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.
You never hear of a mother cursing the child; she is forgiving, always forgiving.
Time has taught me that parents do the best they can with the light they are seeing with. That is what we all do.
Everybody thinks they have the answer to how to be a good parent. Here's mine: Everybody's gonna make mistakes.
Being a parent is such a difficult business; you don't always get things right. And also, you don't want to be a perfect parent... You need people to be human, and part of it is imperfection.
I think we forget that part of parenthood means having to face and reject or face and embrace a kind of animal capacity for unkindness. And if, when, parents do embrace that, it reveals something very ugly to oneself.
