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    Dec032010

    My dreams for my grandson

    These are my dreams for my grandson as he grows:

    That he always shows gratitude, curiosity, strength, forgiveness.

    That he exercises his body and mind in equal proportions.

    That he laughs daily, with others, at himself.

    That he loves himself, is proud of himself, treats himself kindly, compassionately.

    That he shows kindness and compassion to others, to animals, to nature.

    That he turns a deaf ear to intimidation and ignorance when it comes to thinking and doing what's good, what's right.

    That he understands the value of patience, compromise, silence, restraint.

    That he always loves learning ... and teaching.

    That he uses his hands for hugging not hurting.

    That he accepts responsibility.

    That he does his part.

    That he has -- and is -- a true and loyal friend.

    That he makes time for silliness, pleasure, play.

    That he appreciates and cultivates strong bonds with his siblings, from youth to old age.

    That he embraces productivity and pursues careers that matter to him, to the world.

    That always -- always -- people are more important to him than things.

    That he keeps his word.

    That home, family, tradition matter.

    That he communicates -- in small ways, large ways and when it may not seem to matter ... but does.

    That he never fails to see the beauty, the delightful, the admirable, the awesome.

    That he never fails to see those less fortunate.

    That he takes nothing for granted.

    That his fears and nerves lead him to greatness not despair.

    That he appreciates differences of opinion, culture, ideas.

    That he has abundant supporters, cheering him on. When he can't hear them cheering, that he doesn't hesitate to cheer for himself.

    That he finds a loving forever mate and together they create a loving forever family.

    That he makes a positive difference in the world, be it as simple as a smile to a passing stranger or as complex as contributing to global change.

    That he never breaks his mother's heart. Or his father's.

    That he builds people up, not tear them down.

    That he's slow to anger, quick to reason.

    That he leads more than he follows, listens more than he speaks.

    That his body, mind and soul stay strong, growing and bending but never breaking.

    That he dances, sings, eats, enjoys, cries, giggles, dreams without worrying what others may think.

    That he sets goals far and high and reaches them ... then goes beyond them.

    That adversity makes him stronger not hopeless.

    That he uses the words I will more often than I'll try or I can't.

    That his heart is gentle and generous yet strong and resilient.

    That he keeps an open mind.

    That the words misogynist, racist, hateful, liar, addict, or bully are never used to describe him.

    That he never, ever doubts he's loved.

    That the love he gives in return is never in doubt.

    That he travels.

    That he dares.

    That he excels.

    That he lives.

    That he depends on God's guidance, comfort, forgiveness, love always, in all ways.

    That all who touch his life help make these dreams a reality.

    More importantly, that he makes these dreams a reality. Plus every single dream of his own.

    Holiday question of the day:

    If you could give one gift that can't be wrapped -- the realization of a dream, goal, wish, trait -- to one person, what would you give and to whom would you give it?


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    I would give courage, perseverance, and God's help in learning to walk, again, using his prosthesis (artificial leg and right foot).

    December 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAnn

    first--I'm laughing from my gut over your holiday header--too fun!!!!

    second--lovely dreams, I hope they all come true.

    third--I would give my son and his wife a baby, life is hard on your heart when your dreams are withheld.

    December 3, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterkaye

    Beautiful post, Lisa. It brought a tear to my eye.

    Right now I would give my adult son the opportunity to reach his goal and dream of that perfect job and marriage to his girlfriend. Even though he has a college degree, he has been struggling trying to find the job that he really wants.

    December 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDebbie E.

    ANN: I'm with ya on that.

    KAYE: Glad you like my festive briefs! My heart goes out to your son and daughter-in-law. I can only imagine how hard that must be ... on all of you.

    December 3, 2010 | Registered CommenterLisa Carpenter

    DEBBIE: Thank you. I understand the concern about the job struggle. You'd think a degree would make things easier but it often doesn't, unfortunately. Good luck to him.

    December 3, 2010 | Registered CommenterLisa Carpenter

    Beautiful. Your question gives me something really good to think about today.

    December 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterShelley

    I love your poem! How wonderful that you have this website. What a treasure for Bubby to be able to know exactly how much you love him!

    Your question is so profound that I'll have to think about it more.

    December 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMrs.Mayhem

    Beautiful, Lisa!

    I guess my gift would be to my two nieces. That they grow up to be confident in themselves and in their own bodies no matter their size or shape. Too often women let a number on the scale or on a tag dictate how they feel about themselves and what their worth is in the world. I just never, ever want that to happen to my sweet girls.

    December 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAmber

    P.S. Love your panties!

    December 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAmber

    Beautiful wishes for your grandson.
    My favorite 2 are
    "That he never fails to see the beauty, the delightful, the admirable, the awesome."
    and "That he dances, sings, eats, enjoys, cries, giggles, dreams without worrying what others may think." (although they were all wonderful!)

    What would I give? Unquestionably, I would give Joan's health back to her, in full.

    Terri

    December 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterTerri

    If I could have one wish fulfilled for someone...my deepest wish that my dear friend hadn't lost her daughter. I know God's will and impossible, but that's what wishes are for....right?

    Nonnie Kelly

    January 24, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterNonnie Kelly

    I'm laughing like crazy over your "Old-Lady-Panties", as my boyfriend calls them. Your blog is so fun and heartwarming. Your grandboy is so beautiful and I just loved your "dreams for my grandson" post! I heartily agree with your dreams and hopes for him! Until tonight I didn't know there were any other Grandma bloggers, I'm new to blogging. My friend told me "Don't label yourself as a Grandmother, it'll hurt your business, make you sound old." But I followed my own instincts, because I want to talk about being a grandma, maybe the most important role I've ever played, certainly the most rewarding, aside from being a mother, perhaps. But I know that from all life's lessons, I'm a better person than I was as a young mother. I'm happy to have found you, you're an inspiration, and your family is beautiful! Blessings!

    April 8, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLinda A. Young

    If I could give one gift -- I would give my little sister a home in Virginia (which is her biggest dream) so that she could be as close (physically) to her Grandkids as I am to Amara.

    May 26, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterGrandma Kc

    Teared up the first time I read that and did it again just now! So beautiful! Thanks for linking up with me Lisa!

    May 26, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterConnie

    Missed this post Lisa, better late than never. So enjoyed reading what you want for your beautiful grandsons.

    What I want for Lucy is to hold her head up high. Be proud of who she is and realise that she can and be anything that she wants. My greatest wish of all is that she never, ever, ever does drugs as they ruin so many peoples lives.

    July 22, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterSally Kabak

    I loved what this said. My grandson Hayden, who just turned seven is my son Benjamin's child. My son Ben, Hayden's father passed away a few weeks ago. I am going to save this and give it to him and read it to him often. We are all grief-stricken about losing Ben, but he left me two beautiful grandchildren. I will always have to make sure that I tell them stories of their father, so they never forget the wonderful man that was their daddy. Boy, do I ever miss him.

    April 29, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterJudy

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