I want my children to grow up to live a life that fills their spirit with bliss. I want them to walk with purpose and offer compassion in their own unique way. I want them to wake up every morning with a fire in their belly for social justice.
I’m not going to lie to you. I want my children to be activists.
You wanna be a lawyer? Oooh, how about immigration law or The Innocence Project.
You wanna be a doctor? I hear there are kids with cleft palates who could use someone like you. Have you ever heard of Patch Adams?
You wanna be a fireman? Do it. Saving lives, protecting families is an honorable gig. Be safe. Bring me stories.
This probably doesn’t surprise you. It shouldn’t. Conversations in our home revolve around the celebration of their interests and guidance towards how they might use their day job to serve others.
I will admit that I’ve also told them to make it so mommy doesn’t have to work. I recognize that these are conflicting instructions but I figure either way, I CAN’T LOSE!
Real talk. Nobody saving the world is rolling in bank but they are rolling deep in the good.
My kids watch me. As they all do. They come to the events, they sit through the meetings, they help their momma empty the car after the latest event. They know my elation and exhaustion. They know my successes and my frustrations. They get to witness it all.
Should make for a great book someday.
Lord, help me.
I often worry that it’s all too much. That I do too much. I worry, like mothers do.
And then, I get an email like this:
Have any brochures coming up that I can help with? If so, let me know.
He ends his email in the same way I do.
Happy to help!
As a side note: that’s my best friend’s face making a cameo appearance. Hey girl, hey!
So, my son is sitting on the Teen Yoga Committee for my foundation. He is the brother of the founder of the Dog Olympics. I’m thinking, he will be learning some communications this summer. And the best part?
It’s all because he’s happy to help.
My children will be who they are meant to be. I enjoy watching them change, grow and become more and more independent of me. Different than each other and bringing their own brand of amazing into my life and the lives of others. It is a remarkable privilege to give my children the room they need to be who they are and then watch the magic happen.
Wouldn’t you agree?
May the life I give my sons now, lead them towards their own bliss. Amen.