I have kept this “poem” from Paul Harvey on my computer desktop so that I can be reminded to open it up and read through it once in awhile.
Paul Harvey Writes:
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 sister wants to tag
along, I hope you’ll let her.
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 boy\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
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandma/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.
And just now, as I was finishing this entry, a dear friend of mine sent me a link to a disturbing story in today’s LA Times (click here). Friends, let’s break the trend together! Let’s each do our part to parent our children with tender and tough love.
Deuteronomy 6:5-7 (NIV) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.
Okay, SK grandparents, your turn to share:
What would you add to Paul Harvey’s list? What thing(s) would you like your grandchild/ren to experience?