Friday, June 19, 2009

Happy Father’s Day...

Happy Father’s DayTammy Taylor

I was thinking about Fathers Day coming this Sunday and thinking about my Dad, and what a wonderful Dad and Grandfather he is. I always go to him when I want to say something to my boys and I do not quite know how to say it; I will ask my Dad to talk to them because they listen to their Grandpa. So, when I came across this wonderful story written by a Grandpa it reminded me of a lot of things my Dad says and I wanted to share it with all of you.

Written with a Pen...
By Paul Harvey

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we might have 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 hope they learn humility by being humiliated, and learn honesty by being cheated. I hope they learn to make their beds and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And, my cherished grandchild, 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 have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. It's all right to draw a line down the middle of the room.

When you want to see a Disney 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.

Tammy Taylor & Her Dad, Ed Taylor

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, 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 get your tongue stuck on a frozen flagpole.

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 for throwing a baseball through a window and that she hugs and kisses you 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 above all, happiness.

Happy Fathers Day

With love,
Tammy Taylor