I know it’s a little early to celebrate MLK day but in the wake of yet another school shooting, and sadly one too close to home, I have been dreaming up my own hopes for my children. These are in no way a comparison to the great Martin Luther King, but hey, a girl can dream…
I have a dream that my kids will not be judged by the contents of their debit cards but by the content of their character.
I have a dream that my children will not be measured by the size of their clothes but rather by the size of their hearts.
I have a dream that my children will know what it is to be loved. And give love in return.
I have a dream for my children to be the solution. Not the problem.
I have a dream that our kids will know God and share him with others.
I have a dream that our children will appreciate what they have. And want good things for others.
I have a dream that my children will know that reality is so much more than reality TV.
I have a dream for our children to respect themselves. And treat their bodies and minds accordingly.
I have a dream that our children will someday live in a world where problems are solved with words rather than with weapons.
I have a dream that my children will put down their iPods and pick up their feet. That they will get out and be the difference.
You may say I’m a dreamer… but just like John Lennon… I’m not the only one…
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