My kids
I don’t know if this is unusual, or if there are other young, not-yet-married people out there who are concerned for their children’s futures. I think about it constantly. I imagine what it will be like when I have kids that are my age. I wonder if I’ll be able to be there for the right kind of advice. I want them to know where they’re going in their lives; and I don’t want any of that half-hearted junk. They need to plunge into their dreams with all their hearts, with passion. Life is too good to waste with mediocre living. I think about all the mistakes I make and all the shortcomings I have, and I hope that my kids will be a step ahead of me. I think about how much more I could have known if I’d really studied during school with that passion that I feel so strongly about now. I hope that they take their studies seriously. I hope they realize what a gift knowledge is. I hope they use it all with wisdom. I want them to live their lives for Christ and yearn to serve others. And I don’t want any of it to be reluntant service. I want them to see the beauty in the things that I do. But I want them to understand that beauty to a greater degree than I do. I always try to be smart, but I really want my kids to be smarter, better, godlier, stronger. But I don’t want to be unfair. I hope I can remember what it was like when I was that age. I hope I can empathize and give them grace and compassion.
Most of all, I just hope I can HAVE kids someday. I can hardly wait for that.