Paul Harvey Wisdom

 

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, Iíd like better.

Iíd really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really wood.

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 that 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 that you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother or sister. And itís 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 heís scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope that youíll 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 that you donít ask your driver to stop two blocks away so you wonít be seen 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 that you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope that you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope that 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 donít care if you try a beer as a teenager, but I hope you donít like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope that you realize that he is not your friend.

I sure hope that you make time to sit on the front porch with your grandma and grandpa, and go fishing with your uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral, and joy during the holidays.

I hope that your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighborís window, and that she hugs and kisses you at Christmas/Hanukkah 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, itís the only way to appreciate life.

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Thanks Paul Harvey...for saying the things that most grandparents/great-grandparents feel, but havenít actually voiced.  -Ed.

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