Toddler Inspirational Quotes

Today I am planting a garden of happiness. The seeds are my closed mouth.

What feminists refer to as microaggressions, the rest of us sane adults call life....The concept of microaggressions encourages women to think that every single thing in the world is, or should be, about them. It encourages breathless levels of narcissism, solipsism and just plain delusion....Feminism encourages women to believe that they have the same reasoning and coping abilities as toddlers. No thanks.

Some of our 'bad' friends smile and laugh with us. Then, they go behind our back and laugh at us ...with their 'good' friends.

My son, you are just an infant now, but on that day when the world disrobes of its alluring cloak, it is then that I pray this letter is in your hands. Listen closely, my dear child, for I am more than that old man in the dusty portrait beside your bed. I was once a little boy in my mother’s arms and a babbling toddler on my father's lap. I played till the sun would set and climbed trees with ease and skill. Then I grew into a fine young man with shoulders broad and strong. My bones were firm and my limbs were straight; my hair was blacker than a raven's beak. I had a spring in my step and a lion's roar. I travelled the world, found love and married. Then off to war I bled in battle and danced with death. But today, vigor and grace have forsaken me and left me crippled. Listen closely, then, as I have lived not only all the years you have existed, but another forty more of my own. My son, We take this world for a permanent place; we assume our gains and triumphs will always be; that all that is dear to us will last forever. But my child, time is a patient hunter and a treacherous thief: it robs us of our loved ones and snatches up our glory. It crumbles mountains and turns stone to sand. So who are we to impede its path? No, everything and everyone we love will vanish, one day. So take time to appreciate the wee hours and seconds you have in this world. Your life is nothing but a sum of days so why take any day for granted? Don't despise evil people, they are here for a reason, too, for just as the gift salt offers to food, so do the worst of men allow us to savor the sweet, hidden flavor of true friendship. Dear boy, treat your elders with respect and shower them with gratitude; they are the keepers of hidden treasures and bridges to our past. Give meaning to your every goodbye and hold on to that parting embrace just a moment longer--you never know if it will be your last. Beware the temptation of riches and fame for both will abandon you faster than our own shadow deserts us at the approach of the setting sun. Cultivate seeds of knowledge in your soul and reap the harvest of good character. Above all, know why you have been placed on this floating blue sphere, swimming through space, for there is nothing more worthy of regret than a life lived void of this knowing. My son, dark days are upon you. This world will not leave you with tears unshed. It will squeeze you in its talons and lift you high, then drop you to plummet and shatter to bits . But when you lay there in pieces scattered and broken, gather yourself together and be whole once more. That is the secret of those who know. So let not my graying hairs and wrinkled skin deceive you that I do not understand this modern world. My life was filled with a thousand sacrifices that only I will ever know and a hundred gulps of poison I drank to be the father I wanted you to have. But, alas, such is the nature of this life that we will never truly know the struggles of our parents--not until that time arrives when a little hand--resembling our own--gently clutches our finger from its crib. My dear child, I fear that day when you will call hopelessly upon my lifeless corpse and no response shall come from me. I will be of no use to you then but I hope these words I leave behind will echo in your ears that day when I am no more. This life is but a blink in the eye of time, so cherish each moment dearly, my son.

Nowadays, we're all expected to make lunches in the shape of Frozen characters, put our kids in stylish clothes, spend our weekends making elaborate Pintrest inspired balloon-animal melted-crayon ombre-cookie crafts, and having our families and homes look like they just walked out of a page from Real Simple magazine-the pressure is enormous. And its stupid.

Toddlers will attach themselves to energies that feel comfortable to them. Because energies don't lie.

To the deepest, most cellular level of my being, I resent people who believe that depression is the same as weakness, that "sad" people must be coddled like helpless toddlers.

Scratches and light wounds should not stop you from enjoying life. When people or things hurt you, have some strength to continue living your life.

It's easy to move on from an issue when there's an apology. Apologise to others when in the wrong. If they don’t apologise to you, don’t let it hold you from living your best life.

Let the people whom you appreciate know that they're important to you. Or that you value their presence.

A small mistake doesn't break trust or the relationship. It is the intention behind the action that does.

Don’t assume that others know that you’re upset. Explain why their actions made you upset. That will make the other person understand.

Forgive honestly.

A new day opens a wide door for new opportunities to come into your life.

You're still angry over that action? They're already over it and have moved on. So, who’s really suffering in this equation?

Not every rejection needs a follow-up. Sometimes seeking closure from the people who’ve rejected you can hurt you even more.

My unsolicited advice to women in the workplace is this. When faced with sexism or ageism or lookism or even really aggressive Buddhism, ask yourself the following question: “Is this person in between me and what I want to do? If the answer is no, ignore it and move on. Your energy is better used doing your work and outpacing people that way. Then, when you’re in charge, don’t hire the people who were jerky to you. If the answer is yes, you have a more difficult road ahead of you. I suggest you model your strategy after the old Sesame Street film piece, "Over! Under! Through!” (If you’re under forty, you might not remember this film. It taught the concepts of, “over,” and “under,” and “through” by filming toddlers crawling around an abandoned construction site. They don’t show it anymore because someone has since realized that’s nuts.) If your boss is a jerk, try to find someone above or around your boss who is not a jerk. If you’re lucky, your workplace will have a neutral proving ground- like the rifle range or a car sales total board of the SNL read-through. If so, focus on that. Again, don’t waste your energy trying to educate or change opinions. Go “Over! Under! Through!” and opinions will change organically when you’re the boss. Or they won’t. Who cares? Do your thing and don’t care if they like it.

My unsolicited advice to women in the workplace is this. When faced with sexism or ageism or lookism or even really aggressive Buddhism, ask yourself the following question: “Is this person in between me and what I want to do? If the answer is no, ignore it and move on. Your energy is better used doing your work and outpacing people that way. Then, when you’re in charge, don’t hire the people who were jerky to you. If the answer is yes, you have a more difficult road ahead of you. I suggest you model your strategy after the old Sesame Street film piece, "Over! Under! Through!” (If you’re under forty, you might not remember this film. It taught the concepts of, “over,” and “under,” and “through” by filming toddlers crawling around an abandoned construction site. They don’t show it anymore because someone has since realized that’s nuts.) If your boss is a jerk, try to find someone above or around your boss who is not a jerk. If you’re lucky, your workplace will have a neutral proving ground- like the rifle range or a car sales total board or the SNL read-through. If so, focus on that. Again, don’t waste your energy trying to educate or change opinions. Go “Over! Under! Through!” and opinions will change organically when you’re the boss. Or they won’t. Who cares? Do your thing and don’t care if they like it.

All parents were once babies and children themselves, so try to remember this when observing parents from afar. Adults are just children who have grown up—they’re toddlers with longer legs.

If little kids could play more, you´d have better engineers, better managers and more inspiration in the workplace.If you deny a toddler the chance to play and then put him in a preschool where he is always competing and being measured, you get fear and that leads to an unwillingness to take risks. You end up with boring adults.

I like clothes, Megan. I've like clothes since I was a toddler playing in my mother's closet back in the Master's quarters in New York. I liked them long before i knew anything about gender or sexuality, or that a penis could be used for anything other than taking a tinkle. And I'm not going to stop being interested in fashion just because some bigot thinks that me enjoying couture is a reaffirmation of a worn out stereotype.

Next stop: the cake. The couple had ordered theirs through one of Alfie's hotel pastry chefs, and it was three tiers of buttercream-frosted flowers that cascaded down all sides. One thing Cedric taught his planners was to consider where a wedding would take place and what was most appropriate for that setting---especially when it came to the cake. For example, if the couple wanted their wedding cake displayed at an outsider reception, they were limited to the type of frosting since many varieties melted in warm temperatures. Obviously, ice cream cakes were almost always out of the question, not only because they melted but also because they should only appear at toddler's parties, as Cedric was quick to say. Meanwhile fondant, while gorgeous, wasn't always the tastiest but could withstand a nuclear attack. We gave Camila and Alfie the gentler version of this spiel, but they insisted on savory buttercream regardless---and agreed to leave the cake inside on the big day. I had doubts about how much the bride actually loved cake anyway, given that she looked as if she maybe one piece of lettuce a day. But, "A wedding without a cake isn't really a wedding"---another one of Cedric's truisms, this one inspired by the Candy Bar Craze of 2009 and the Great Doughnuts of 2013.

The more you practice admitting the rawness of your emotions, the easier your heart will feel. And the clearer your life will be.

Motherhood is the only school that teaches us about genuine love.

Consider, for instance, Jill Hubbard Bowman, an intellectual property (IP) attorney in Austin, Texas, who publishes a legal blog, IP Law for Startups, iplawforstartups.com, and an inspiring career website for young women, lookilulu.com. Jill Hubbard Bowman: Unexpected Twists and Turns I had a dream to be a trial attorney who would fight big legal battles and win. And then my dream was derailed by a twin pregnancy that almost killed me. Literally. It was a shock and awe pregnancy. It caused the death, destruction, and rebirth of my identity and legal career. I was working as an intellectual property litigation attorney for a large law firm in Chicago when a pregnancy with twins caused my heart to fail. After fifteen years of infertility, the twin pregnancy was an unexpected surprise. Heart failure because of the pregnancy was an even bigger shock. The toll on my legal career was even more unexpected. Although I was fortunate to survive without a heart transplant, I eventually realized that I needed a career transplant. As my heart function recovered, I valiantly tried to cling to my career dream and do the hard work I loved. But the long hours and travel necessary for trial work were too much for my physical self. I was exhausted with chronic chest pain, two clinging toddlers, and a disgruntled husband. I was tired of being tired. My law firm was exceptionally supportive but I didn’t have the stamina to keep all of the pieces of my life together. Overwhelmed, I let go of my original dream. I backed down, retrenched, and regrouped. I took a year off from legal work to rest, recover, spend time with my toddlers, and open myself to new possibilities.

The materials we provide from 0 to 3 determine what finger grips children will use and what stories they will tell. The purpose is not to create “artsy” products but to develop the hand skills that are required for any endeavor, because movement occupies the same real estate in the brain as thinking. Because each material causes children to move the hand in different ways, materials powerfully stimulate thinking (Ratey, 2002). Diverse materials are equally important to awaken interest in different children. From birth each child is unique; each group and each individual has different interests. Having varied materials ensures that there is something for everyone.

Let the people who you appreciate know that they're important to you. Or that you value their presence.

Richardson offered a theory as to why these chaos architects (Buchanan, Agnew, Gingrich, even Reagan) and those who benefitted from their systems were able to manipulate and experiment with the government: because “they expected that the guardrails would hold. I always think of them like toddlers: toddlers fight against their parents because they know their parents aren’t going to throw them in the trash, and they behave well for someone who they think might throw them in the trash. They could do all this because they knew they could get away with it, because American democracy was so strong. They were provocateurs deliberately, to put themselves in power. They were all about power.” Unfortunately, it paid off. The toddlers continued taking advantage of waves of populism and national anger, while their system of disruptive governance empowered or inspired antagonistic characters beyond the Capitol, like talk radio host Rush Limbaugh.

Children are the most valuable teachers.

The present Popina loved most of all, was the blanket she got from her Uncle Paul. It was green as the grass and soft as a sigh, as fluffy as a cloud that floats in the sky. Carrying it around was such a pleasure, the little blanket was Popina's treasure.

Ayesha’s memories of Syria are fractured. She relives a feeling of constant exhaustion, of feeling unsafe, and then those moments before the injury. Her thoughts shift to the aftermath, the vision of displaced persons flooding over Turkey’s border and back into Syria, even while the conflict peaked. But even after endless painful and traumatic surgeries, Ayesha sits in bed with her schoolbooks and shrugs. “Never give in, never give up,” she stresses, scrolling through her toddler photographs — evidence of the life “before.” “Even when you think hope is lost, it will be back in you.” Nothing is permanent, I think to myself. We may not be able to alter the experience of what has happened to us, but sunshine eventually casts aside even the gloomiest days. If we are willing to ride it out, the prospect of betterment always returns.

I am strong! I’m loved and I’m a big girl now, Whatever I want to do, I’m sure I’ll know-how! I can go to preschool, I can make new friends, I can face my fears, and I’ll be fine in the end”.

Watch a baby struggle to sit up, or a toddler learn to walk: you’ll see one error after another, failure after failure, a lot of challenge exceeding skill, a lot of concentration, a lot of feedback, a lot of learning. Emotionally? Well, they’re too young to ask, but very young children don’t seem tortured while they’re trying to do things they can’t yet do. And then . . . something changes. According to Elena and Deborah, around the time children enter kindergarten, they begin to notice that their mistakes inspire certain reactions in grown-ups. What do we do? We frown. Our cheeks flush a bit. We rush over to our little ones to point out that they’ve done something wrong. And what’s the lesson we’re teaching? Embarrassment. Fear. Shame.

One real toddler is capable of more change than a thousand imaginary gods.

So for people who do not wish to vaccinate their children, let me say that raising children seems very difficult. My job, as I see it, is to support my friends in their child-rearing decisions. They want to send their toddler off to a Swiss boarding school? That’s great! Four-year-olds who know how to play polo inspire not only admiration but terror, which in my mind means respect! They’re going to let their daughter choose her own name and send her to a hippie academy where the students learn to draw instead of read? Also great! It sounds like Princess Jellybean Frostina Elsa will be very creative or, as she would write, “!!☺ ☺****☺!!

The body was designed to work, and rest. Allow it to rejuvenate itself through naps and/or sleep.

The mind needs its break too. Meditate to rejuvenate your thinking capacity.

Meditation is a hidden getaway to the calmness and stillness that our souls yearn.

Do not stick to a certain time. Listen to your body. Each day may be different. Your body will wake up when it's completed its retreat.

Routines are recommended and necessary for some. But if you skip a nap at your usual time, it's okay. Don't stress.

Meditation is an adult's way to a toddler's daydreaming.

Have a vision board. That's how toddlers transform pretend games into big and real success stories.

Speak up when you feel tired. Guard your mental health. Tell someone that you'd like a pause in your daily schedule.

We all need reassurance to be able to find some good rest. Choose your comfort method. But don’t limit yourself to one.

Find a calm and quiet place to relax. Detaching from the noise and the business of the day is necessary.

Crying, laughing, or screaming are expressions that result from felt emotions. Express yourself in the manner that is the most comfortable to you.

Tell people when you're not feeling well. They'll either help you or give you the much-needed space. You’ll win either way.

Admitting, firstly to yourself, that you're not okay is the beginning of healing your most troubled emotions.

The more you admit to the rawness of your emotions, the easier your heart will feel. And the clearer your life will be.

Every emotion wants to be expressed. Find a safe way to express the hard ones.

Rawness is related to vulnerability. But they're not the same.

Look for safe people to whom you can show your vulnerability and rawness. Not everyone deserves that privilege.

It is possible that some may use your vulnerability and rawness against you. Don't worry much. Instead put Plan B in place to combat their actions.

Remember how raw you were with your mother when you were a toddler? Now, remember the reaction that you received. Was it good, was it bad? Have you made any actions to resolve those feelings? Reflect on it.

There will come a time when being raw is the new norm. Don’t be embarrassed for being sensitive and vulnerable. Be glad that you’re alive.

Be fearless …just like a toddler who jumps out of his bed, seeking freedom or reassurance.

Fear can be good. But when bad, it is detrimental.

We advance in life when we let the fear go.

We grow into new versions of ourselves when we eliminate the fear within. Some never travel because of fear. Some die with untold stories because of fear. Some remain imprisoned in their minds because of fear. Let the fear go.

Ask, ask, ask away! Toddlers know no limit. That’s how they grow their minds.

If they refuse you an answer, seek another alternative from which to find your answer.

The original inventor of the most famous five WHYs theory was a toddler. Think about it, per day, how many times does your toddler ask you the question WHY? Parents who are with their toddlers much of the day will know the answer.

We ask questions because we are either curious or clueless. At times, we want to give the other person some time to reflect on their statement.

The person who doesn't ask questions is the least intelligent one in the room.

The more you ask questions, the bigger you grow your knowledge vault. Perhaps, also the wiser you become.

We got to know because we were not afraid to ask questions.

If they don't want to answer to your questions, ask them why.

Many people suffered because they were afraid to pose the tough questions. And some were full of regret because they were afraid to ask any questions.

Asking questions also indicates bravery.

Most times the poetic in life is found in many things around us. You would find it in the deft play of a football player on a soccer pitch. An orange sky with the descending sun at twilight. The laughter of a toddler playing with dirt. Or the feel of the wind caressing your face. Poetry most times is found in the profound.

A little blunder, even if many, will not tarnish your image. Mistakes are part of life.

If someone refuses to give you something, holding a grudge is useless.

Falling is part of life. But you must get up regardless of whether there is someone there to pick you up or not.

Expensive toys are nice to have. But the most fun can be the simple and cheap ones. Make the best of experiences out of the minimum resources that you may have.

The action of acknowledging that you were in the wrong can make others trust you.

Follow up on the apology by offering sweet words or comforting actions.

Once the apology has been accepted, do not repeat the same action. But if you do, due to long-term conditioning, do some self-reflection.

Give plenty of hugs. Make sure that your hugs are appropriate and welcome. Hug some more!

People are not on this earth for a long time. Don't hold grudges once you've accepted the apology.

Small behavioural irritations are part of life. No one is perfect.

Take a few steps, fall, get up, and do it again …until you're up and running.

Dwelling on things causes unnecessary stress. It can make you sick too. Take care of yourself.

It might look risky and dangerous at first, but it could be part of a big and valuable lesson.

Don't take everything to heart. Seriously, don’t take everything to heart.

Be still during some of the storms or tantrums of life. They will pass. And you will fix the damage when the atmosphere is calm.

In the end, you will look back and smile at everything.

Remember that in the end, those who laughed the hardest did not prove to be the happiest.

There is a beautiful paradox between laughter and tears. I wish that you’ll laugh until your tears flood your face. All because you're truly happy.

Recognise the type of laughter that you receive. Some people laugh when they're intensely irritated. Not necessarily because they find you amusing.

Laugh often. But also laugh genuinely.

Not everyone who laughs with you is on your side. Some do it to make you a prey to their evil plans.

Not everything has to be taken seriously. But not everything is funny either.

Yes, we learn from adults. But we get the purest lessons from our toddlers.

Parenthood is a lesson on its own. But the best lessons in parenthood are from our children. Let's cherish them, appreciate them, and recognise their special roles in our lives.

Drawing on the wall, or making some mess, is not a big deal. What matters is the intention behind the action. In many cases, the intention is pure.

Touching dirt, or playing on the ground, isn't a death sentence. It's experimental and fun. Touch a bit of soil sometimes. Have a garden.

Eating too much on a certain occasion will not contribute to your weight gain. Enjoy the deliciousness of the food without worrying about your kilos.