Stolen from Lina...

Aug 25, 2004 23:41

Paul Harvey Writes:

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. sadly, this one is quite commonly ignored in my town. generally they get the car at 15 when they get the permit.

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. Not yet... but I'm kinda getting an itch.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother or younger 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 or sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her. Now if it's Venusian Vampire Vixens, then no, the little sis stays home. Major cool points to anyone who can tell me what Venusian Vampire Vixens is from.

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. My dad? let me have a slingshot? You must be joking.

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 took math before I could use a computer, and 15 years later 2+2 still equals 5.

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 [a wooden paddle feels] like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. Texas doesn't freeze, so the last one won't ever happen.

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. Even my druggie friends don't want to share. :P

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma or Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle. Does jetskiing with said Uncle count?

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 Hanukkah or Christmas when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

Yeah. Sappy and pointless, but emotionally driven enough to make even me, the most jaded and cynical person I know, take a moment to smile.
I think that's a good thing. ;)
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