We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.
For my grandchildren, I'd know better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and home-made ice cream and leftover meatloaf.
I really would.
My cherished grandson,
I hope you learn humility by surviving failure and that you learn to be honest even when no one is looking.
I hope you learn to make your bed ,
and mow the lawn and wash the car-and I hope nobody gives you a brand-new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see a baby calf born,
and you have a good friend to be with you if you ever have to put your old dog 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 is all right 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'll let him.
And when you want to see a Disney movie and your kid brother wants to tag along,I hope you take him.
I hope you have to walk uphill with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your father teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books, and when you learn to use computers,
you also learn how to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get razzed by friends when you have your first crush on a girl,
and that when you talk back to your mother you learn what Ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on the stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I hope you get sick when someone blows smoke in your face.
I don't care if you try beer once, but I hope you won't like it.
And if a friend offers you a joint or any drugs, I hope you are smart enough to realize that person is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa or go fishing with your uncle.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor s window,
and that she hugs you and kisses you when you give her a plaster of pared mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you-tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.