These things I wish for each of you.
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 homemade ice cream
and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really would.
My cherished grandson, I hope you learn humility by being
humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. I
hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash
the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car
when you are sixteen. I hope you have a job by then. It will
be good if at least one time you can see a baby calf 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. 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 Disney movie and your little brother
wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him.
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 your driver
doesn't have 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 those newfangled
computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your
head.
I hope you get razzed by your friends when you have your first
crush on a 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 you hand
on stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. I hope you
get sick when someone blows cigar smoke in your face. I don't
care if you try 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 grandpa
and go fishing with your uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and the joy of holidays. I hope
your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through
a neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you
at Christmas time when you give her a plaster of Paris mold
of your hand.
These things I wish for you -- tough times and disappointment,
hard work and happiness.
[ By: Paul Harvey -- from Al ]
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