Wishes for my grandchildren
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 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. 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
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 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 sling shot, I hope your Dad show 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 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 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
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 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, its the only way to appreciate life
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