I want the very best for my children. I want them to be able to achieve whatever goal they will eventually set for their lives. Recently it hit me that I do not care what that goal is, but I want it to include them being good people.
The evening before my son’s first day of kindergarten I was asking him what he wanted to be when he grows up. You know, for one of those obnoxious first day of school signs… I am “that” mom. Anyway, his answers varied wildly throughout the conversion. My favorite answer was an “engineering laywer”.
The more he answered, the more it did not matter. I looked into his big, kind eyes and prayed for those eyes to never change. I want his kindness and good heart to grow and never be stifled by adulthood.
I am an ameture mom, at best. He is my first child and I have made the most mistakes with him because of my inexperience. I hope that despite me, he keeps his goodness.
Tired Not Dead 