The Gift of Experience
Birth2Work Co-founder, mother, grandmother
For nearly 70 years, Paul Harvey held one of the highest places of honor in the hearts and minds of Americans. He was our favorite radio broadcaster for the ABC network with a homespun and folksy style of talking. He pleased every type of listener.
From 1952 to 2008 he reached some 24 million people a week. Just below the surface of how he talked, however, was a thoughtful, intelligent, patriotic man whose writing was full of family humor and timeless wisdom.
If you are looking at the current flood of articles in the marketplace around the overuse of screen time by children, you will find this piece of interest. We really have many more things we can do as grandparents than buy stuff or sit idly while watching them watch some lighted screen. Below is a starter menu of ideas.
Receiving the Presidential Medal of Freedom, 2005
Note: The essay below was shared during Paul Harvey’s September 6, 1997 broadcast with credit given to the original author, Lee Pitts. The essay was published in 2000 in the book “Chicken Soup for the Golden Soul.”
These Things I Wish For You
By Lee Pitts
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 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 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.
Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I’m here for you. And if I die before you do, I’ll go to heaven and wait for you.
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