In my Christmas package from my parents was an index card with this prayer written out in my Grandmother's script. She raised three sons and two daughters. It was hard to read it through my tears. The combination of the words of the prayer and seeing my deceased Grandmother's handwriting was overwhelming. I hope you all find the words as meaningful and poignant as I do.
Bless our sons, and bless all of you raising them.
Build us a son Oh! Lord who will be strong enough to know when he is weak and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in defeat, but humble and gentle in victory. Build me a son whose wishes will not replace his actions, a son who will know thee, and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge. Send him not I pray in the path of ease and comfort, but the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge, here let him learn to stand up in the storm, here let him learn compassion for those who fall. Build us a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high, a son who will master himself before he seeks to master others, one who will learn to laugh, but never forgets how to weep, one who will reach into the future, but not forget the past, and after all these things are his, I pray enough sense of humor that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. Then we, his parents, will dare to whisper, "I have not lived in vain."
God made a son like that.
I'm working on two of them.
Love to all.