A Better World for our Kids

I found this somewhere, I couldn’t agree more.

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.

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 you 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.

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