Somehow our kids survive. And surprised as we are, we do have to concede that this is what parenting is about; raising them to be happy, healthy, productive members of society.

The hardest part of letting my son join the Army was knowing that he didn’t take orders very well. The next hardest was knowing I hadn’t spent very much time teaching him to iron and I knew battle fatigues weren’t the easiest to do.

I'm the mother of 5. When God said, 'Multiply and replenish the earth' I thought he meant me personally!

My children used to whine when I tucked them in, 'I'm not tired!' I kindly but firmly say, 'This is not for your benefit, it's for mine. I'm tired. Now go to bed.

My sister knows how to love my children as if they were her own, only she’s better at it, because she never gets tired of talking about dragons or the latest teen movie and she never gets mad when they forget to put the cap back on the toothpaste.

Someone told me once that you can’t be friends with your kids. I say that person is an idiot. You quickly realize that making friends with these little people that confiscate most of your waking hours is a smart move on your part.