There are many things no one warns you about when you have a child and one of those things is your hopes and dreams for them as they grow up. Adulthood for them seems so far away but really it just around the corner. You have little hopes like that they will learn to tie their own shoelaces before they get married as you imagine you will be tieing their laces even when they are married or you have dreams that they will develop their hidden tidy gene. Sadly the tidy gene is only blessed on a very few as such a young age and some blissfully get through life one clothes pile to the next.
You go on to wonder what sort of job they will have, will they change the world? or be the next superstar. You wonder what their own family will be like as you try and imagine the gangly teenager on the sofa all grown up.
One of the biggest hopes I have for my children is that have enough in life.
Enough friends to have good times with and to be there for them when they need them. I’d rather they had just enough good friends instead of lots of friends that don’t get to know them and can’t be counted on. Good friendships are important in life. They make you smile, drive you insane and make sure you have someone by your side for the crazy moments.
Enough love that they feel loved. I hope they experience good love instead of drifting from one love to another and never really knowing if someone loves them. That they have the confidence to show their love.
Enough money that they don’t have to experience the dilemma of having to choose between food or heat. Nor that they have to scrape things together to yet again find the rent in a few days. Experiencing some hardship isn’t a bad thing as it grounds you and makes you appreciate the good times but I don’t want them to forget what it’s like to struggle so that they appreciate what they have.
Just right now, though, I really wish they had a hidden cooking gene.