Please don’t ever stop mispronouncing the words that you have made your own in that sweet little preschool voice. I really hope that you keep “no known shield protects from my light saver!” and “ready, sgabetti!” and “n-o no; y-o yes!” forever.
Please don’t ever get in a car without a seatbelt or if the driver has been drinking.
Please don’t ever feel embarrassed about the need to sneak into my bed at night to rest your head on my pillow and mumble groggily that you were lonely.
Please don’t ever drink so much that you lose control, or put any substance in your body that will fundamentally alter the part of you that makes you so amazing: your brain.
Please don’t ever stop trying to bribe me by saying I’m the best mommy EVER when you want something sugary.
Please don’t ever ignore someone hurting another person or an animal. Stand up. Be you.
Please don’t ever feel it’s okay to add croutons to a panzanella salad. That’s double bread, son. I won’t stand for it.
Please don’t ever doubt that I love you, regardless of what you do. Please know that I love you even more if you realize you have been a jerk, and come back to apologize. Heaven knows I do that often enough.
Please don’t ever stop telling me long stories about your day. I love that you still talk to me and trust me. I will endeavor to continue earning your trust.
Please don’t ever take the last piece of chocolate, unless you live alone. Not even if it is to cure you after a run-in with the dementors. Someone else always needs the last piece of chocolate more.
Please don’t ever do anything that makes you feel that you are being untrue to yourself. Trust your gut. If it feels wrong, do not do it.
Please don’t ever take life too seriously. Except that part about the croutons. I’m serious about that, boys.
This is a perfect tribute to a child. It captures the qualities of childhood that we would like to keep forever along with the fears we face when they enter their teen and young adult years. This is a great post. Your children are lucky to have you as a parent.
Thanks, Sharon. I knew I was going out on a limb with the croutons, but I am very firmly anti-crouton, and I think my children need to know that about their familial heritage now. Being surprised in your 20s doesn’t do anyone any good.
Such a great post…I wish the same things.
I was considering a warning against Tofurkey, but everyone has to learn that for themselves.
Oh these are so great : ) Love this post!
You put so many of my thoughts into clear and concise words. Except that I applaud a double bread salad. Maybe serve a pretzel roll on the side, too.
I don’t mind being served a bread salad with a baguette. Or a hearty slice of peasant bread. Or a walnut raisin roll. I just find croutons insulting, a personal affront to all that’s good and decent.
Thankfully there are people like you who leave the crutons for people like me! Have a wonderful (and cruton free) Thanksgiving! :)