Tear to my Eye
by Paul Harvey
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.
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 dog put to sleep. I hope you get a black eye fighting for
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
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
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
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
beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope
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
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
when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and hard work,
disappointment and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate
Written with a pen.
Send this to all of your friends who mean the most to you. We
secure our friends not by accepting favors but by doing them.