Blessing And Doom

Well, son, you’ll be here any day now, and that means it’s time for me to partake in an old family tradition.  It’s not quite our family tradition, but it’s not quite not either.

You see, Mom and Dad (Grandma and Grandpa to you) quite innocently put a “blessing” on me before I was born (I put blessing in quotes because I’ve always considered it as much a “doom” as blessing) that basically said “May he be healthy and have his own mind.”  (And if you start to consider the ramifications of that, particularly for them, you might see why I consider it both blessing and doom.)  But even though I doubt they did it exactly intending to follow in the footsteps of ancient tradition, that’s exactly what they ended up doing.

And now it’s my turn to do it to/for you.

I want you to know I gave this a lot of thought, and my original plan was to get it down to just a few key points.  But as I wrote those down, the verse just sort of . . . added itself, forming the rhyming couplet.  Ah well, that too could be considered a tradition.

So with no further ado, I now pronounce your (as well as my own) blessing/doom, son:

Healthy and happy, willful and wise,
To all a joy . . . or at least a surprise.

2 Responses to “Blessing And Doom”

  1. Lynn Says:

    Very nice! 🙂
    Of course, you realize… in every way… you’ll deserve what you get. ;-D

  2. Robert Alan Says:

    Yes. Very much so . . . that’s why I consider it a doom. 😉

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