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 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 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 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, it's the only way to appreciate life.
Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
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What a lovely post Mary Ann - thank you.
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What a touching post....you have a wonderful way with words..
Thanks. Simple sentimental, I would love to say that I wrote that, but I didn't. It was written by Lee Pitts.
oh my! this was such a lovely letter. it has so many of the things i would wish for my own offspring (when they come!), but i could never have articulated my desires so eloquently. i'm going to cut it out and keep it!
i'm so afraid with our sterile, computer-driven age, the next generation is going to grow up a bunch of lazy, waited-on, good-for-nothings. starting with me...so many of these things i never even got to do myself!
A great reminder about what's important, and how the most important lessons are learned.
Thank you so much! I would like to copy that and put it on my blog. I have experience every one of those things and its so true that we become kinder people when disappointment and waiting come our way.
sweetb - feel free to copy it for your blog. Please credit Lee Pitts as the author. I too have experienced almost all of those things too.
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