Thoughts for Parents to consider:
try so very hard to make life better for our children that we sometimes
forget what the real meaning of life is. From the book People
Who Live At The End of Dirt Roads by Lee Pitts and quoted by journalist,
Paul Harvey ....
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 meat loaf
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
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
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 your hand on a 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 your 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
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
I hope your mother punishes you when you
throw a baseball through a neighbour's window and that she hugs
you and kisses you at
Christmas time when you give her a plaster
of Paris mould of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times
and disappointment, hard work and happiness.