We tried so hard to make things better
for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like
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/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
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
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
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and
joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when
you throw a baseball through you neighbor's window and that she hugs
you and kisses you at Hanukkah/Christmas time when you give her a
plaster mold of your hand.