We
tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.
For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and
home made ice
cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated and that you learn
honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash
the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are
sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and
your old dog
put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger
brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the
room,
but
when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's
scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants
to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and
that you
live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days, when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask
your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding
with
someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make
one
instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract
in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first
crush on a boy/girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn
what Ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a
stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it.
And
if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa
and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through
your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at
Hanukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your
hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard
work and
happiness.
To
me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Written with a pen and sealed with a kiss.
I'm here for you.
And
if I die before you do,
I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
~Paul Harvey~
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