Two days before we went in to have Barrett, I sat in the rocker in his room. The room was filled. With fresh paint. With the crib. The changing table. Clothes. Supplies. And as I sat, I penned a handwritten letter to our sweet baby-to-be. The letter that is now framed and in his room, was filled with HOPE. Because while I knew nothing else at that point about our Snowball, I knew that a new baby brings new promise.
As parents, I think above anything else, we hope for so many things for our children. We parent each day, present, hands-on, because we love our children with more passion and more raw emotion than we’ve ever been able to love anything else. And so out of such passion, hope is born.
I often wax poetic about my dreams for our children. And you know what? The more I know them, the more I see their hearts, the greater my hope and the greater my belief in the people they will become.
So I’ve penned another list. A list, this time, knowing my children, knowing the world we live in, and knowing the amount of love we have in our hearts for them. And just in case you’re wondering, I’ve left the hope of dancing to Lee Ann Womack… and while I’ve not covered everything I have in my heart, I think it’s a good start…
What do you hope for your children?
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