~To My Grandchildren~
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 meatloaf sandwiches. I really would.
My cherished grandson and grandaughter
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 or sister.
And it's all right if you have to draw a line
down the middle of the room,
but when one of them wants to crawl under the covers
with you because they are scared, I hope you let them.
When you want to see a Disney movie
and your little brother or sister wants to tag along,
I hope you'll let them.
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 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 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 or boy
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 the 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 you 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 they are 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 the joy of holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw
a baseball through a neighbor's window
and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time
when you give her a plaster of Paris mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you...
tough times and disappointment,
hard work and happiness.
These things I wish for each of you.
~Paul Harvey~