Tuesday, September 3, 2013

They Start School Today!

Dear World,
My Grandchildren start school today....It's all going to be sort of strange and new for them for awhile, and I wish you would sort of treat them with gentleness.
You see, up till now, they have been king of the roost....They have been the boss of their own back yard. There has always been someone near to soothe their wounds and repair their feelings.
But now things are going to be different again.
This morning they are going to walk down the front steps, wave goodbye and start on a new adventure....It's an adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow...To live their life in the world they will have to live a life that will require faith and love and courage.
So, World, I wish you would sort of look after them....Take them by the hand and teach them things they will have to know.
But do it gently, if you can.
They will have to learn, that all men are not just, that all men are not true.
But teach them also that for every scoundrel there is a hero...that for every crooked politician there is a great and dedicated leader.  Teach them that for every enemy, there is a friend.
Steer them away from envy, if you can....
and teach them the secret of quiet laughter.
In school, World, teach them that it is more honorable to fail than to cheat....Teach them to have faith in their own ideas, even if everyone says they are wrong...Teach them to be gentle, gentle with gentle people and tough with tough people.
Try to give my grandsons the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the band wagon....Teach them to listen to all men ~ but teach them also to filter all they hear on a screen of truth and take just the good that siphons through.
Teach them there is no shame in tears....
Teach them there can be glory in failure and despair in success.
Treat them gently, World, if you can.  But don't coddle them.
Because only, the test of fire makes fine steel....Let them have the courage to be impatient....Let them have the patience to be brave.
Let them be no man's man....Teach them always to have sublime faith in themselves.
Because then they will always have sublime faith in mankind.
This is quite an order, World, but see what you can do....
They are such nice young fellows, they are my grandsons!


I posted this reading on my fridge in 1979 when I watched 'their Father' take his first day of school.
It's a message though printed on faded colored paper, continues to still ring clear as a bell for me, now in my role as a grandmother.
I have modified the words to reflect my feelings as a grandmother. I found this reading in the "Dairy Contact' September 1979. page 23


  1. Those are some good thoughts to read through, Marg. May God bless your grandson's new school year and protect them.

  2. Most suitable for a new generation..all these years later. Praying for all our grands today...as they head into the world of 'school'.

    Such great pictures of your grandsons!

  3. What a beautiful post. I actually needed to read that today since I have a few students who push the limits of patience. It is a great responsibility to teach them, but not to "break them".

  4. This is beautiful Marg! What a wonderful "prayer". Your grandsons are absolutely adorable - you must be so proud!

  5. That was so appropriate Marg - thank you. My oldest grandson headed out to Grade One this morning and some of those thoughts mirror my prayers for him. I wish all our grandchildren a good school year!

  6. I could agree with it all Marg! We just pray and release to the one who is stronger, wiser, and loves them more than we humanly can. Beautiful write up.

  7. PS...they are such good looking boys.

  8. Spoken as a true mom and grandma. I remember that poem from somewhere.
    There is a lot to glean from it. May God keep and protect their hearts and minds. So precious.

  9. Wonderful Marg! I am going to read this to Cayden and even print it and post it on my board for a great read:)

  10. Wonderful Marg! I am going to read this to Cayden and even print it and post it on my board for a great read:)

  11. Your handsome grands! Oh it is hard to send them off to who knows what...over and over again throughout their lives and generation following generation. Prayer is such a comfort. Don't you wish the Last Trump would sound (today's holiday btw) and we would all be gathered safely never to be sent off again?


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