My son’s first grade report card came in the mail today. I eagerly opened it with anxious anticipation. When I read the report, my heart swelled with pride. Max had done exceptionally well his first year of school and has improved in every single subject. What I liked best of all was that he received advanced marks in “effort and participation”. Clearly he was going to go a long way in life.
As a mother of two all too quickly growing children, sometimes I take a break from my day-to-day worries and obligations to reflect. It doesn’t happen often enough, believe me. But occasionally I have some time like now to sit back and think. To think about the future I want for my children and the dreams I have for them as a parent.
You see, I take parenthood seriously. Perhaps sometimes a little too seriously. I believe as parents we have the toughest job we’ll ever love. Our duty as a parent is not only to provide the basic care, love and affection for our children but also to prepare our children to enter the world. In my opinion, that is the toughest, most challenging aspect of parenthood possible.
We all have hopes and dreams for our children. Some of these dreams are selfish and some are selfless.
My dreams are simple: I want my children to be be happy, loving, respectful citizens of the world. I want them to wear a smile on their faces each day even when faced with adversity. I want them to be loving and respectful of all things on this earth. To respect other people no matter what their differences may be. To respect nature and the environment. To love life with zest and vigor. To share their love with others. To give back to those in need and to help make this world a better place. To smile at a stranger on the street and to accept who they are and what they’ve become.
Sometimes I fear that I’m not doing a good enough job at this enormous task of raising happy, productive world citizens. I worry that I need to do more. I hope I’m setting a good role model by all my volunteer work and travels abroad. Yet I’m not always sure they understand me and what I do.
I want to share my dreams of a better future for people in places that have nothing. I want them to see firsthand the poverty, disparity and beauty of the world. It is a promise I’ve made to myself that someday they will. And when they do, they will also be inspired to give back and to care. To remember how fortunate we are to be able not only to have dreams but to have the opportunity and chance to make our dreams come true.
What are your hopes and dreams for your children? Do they mirror your own?
This is an original post for World Mom’s Blog by thirdeyemom.