A promise to my children
January 18, 2007
I will always be supportive of you and your ambitions. Always.
I’ll be there for you, standing outside the baseball diamond watching you in the bitter cold or the baking sun. I’ll be there.
I’ll sit in the ski lodge clutching my hot cocoa for warmth and stomping my feet so that my toes don’t freeze and break off, just so you can have a day at the slopes.
I’ll sit and listen to your fascinating stories about Legos, UFO theories, or the retelling of various Mythbuster episodes in excrutiating, some might even say painful, detail.
But I will draw the line at standing at a superdome for 2 days so you can audition for American Idol, because you have NO TALENT OR SINGING ABILITY WHATSOEVER. You will thank me one day that you did not humiliate yourself on national television.
I will tell you the truth. And remind you that you come from a long line of singing and rythmn impaired people.
Tough love, baby. That’s what I am all about.
And remember, we laugh because we care.
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