When I met my husband, it was love at first sight. He was the epitome of what you would call the tall, dark and handsome man. He was a fighter pilot and just about as cute as you could imagine.
I would sit and daydream about having cute babies with him...and I just knew that one day they would grow up to be something wonderful.
Maybe Olympic athletes, genius inventors, the President of the United States?
Then something happened. We actually had babies.
At first, the dream stayed alive. With each milestone, I was convinced that they were destined for glory. Each step was that of an NBA player. Every nursery song was the next Grammy winner.
I couldn't wait for the day when our son or daughter would one day turn to the camera and say those two simple words that melt every mother's heart. "Hi Mom."
As the years go by though, something's changed. I've realized that I don't want them to be phenomenal. Not even exceptional. I actually hope they'll simply be average instead.
You see, I don't hope for our daughter to be an Olympic gymnast. I don't want her to live at the gym so much, that the rest of her life will dissolve.
What I do want...is for her to go to gymnastics and have the time of her life. I want her to meet friends and giggle, loving the excitement of it all.
I don't want our boys to play in the NFL. My goal isn't to pull them into the car after their games and bombard them with what they did right and wrong...preparing them for the future.
Instead, I hope their future will involve the love and respect that comes from teamwork. That they'll know how to win...and lose with grace.
Call me an underachiever if you will, but my goal has indeed shifted. What's taken its place however, is something altogether different.
Going back to my cute husband. He's no longer a fighter pilot. He's out of the Air Force now, without the impressive lifestyle or thrill of it all. He has a very normal job, he lives his very average life and pays the average bills.
Where he is exceptional however, is in his heart. He's the best husband and father that God could have put on this Earth. That's where the real importance in life makes its mark. When the dust settles and the lights go down, what you're left standing with - is what matters.
That's where my hope lies for our children. In their spirit...their character and their hearts. In these things, I know now that I want them to be the furthest thing from average. I truly hope they'll be phenomenal.
I used to dream about having amazing babies, more fantastic than the Earth could imagine...then we actually had them. The most average, common, beautiful and wonderfully amazing children.
My hope for them is that they strive to accomplish any dream they may have, with a love that fills their hearts...and that they know...they were far beyond any dream I ever could've known.
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Maybe Olympic athletes, genius inventors, the President of the United States?
Then something happened. We actually had babies.
At first, the dream stayed alive. With each milestone, I was convinced that they were destined for glory. Each step was that of an NBA player. Every nursery song was the next Grammy winner.
I couldn't wait for the day when our son or daughter would one day turn to the camera and say those two simple words that melt every mother's heart. "Hi Mom."
As the years go by though, something's changed. I've realized that I don't want them to be phenomenal. Not even exceptional. I actually hope they'll simply be average instead.
You see, I don't hope for our daughter to be an Olympic gymnast. I don't want her to live at the gym so much, that the rest of her life will dissolve.
What I do want...is for her to go to gymnastics and have the time of her life. I want her to meet friends and giggle, loving the excitement of it all.
I don't want our boys to play in the NFL. My goal isn't to pull them into the car after their games and bombard them with what they did right and wrong...preparing them for the future.
Instead, I hope their future will involve the love and respect that comes from teamwork. That they'll know how to win...and lose with grace.
Call me an underachiever if you will, but my goal has indeed shifted. What's taken its place however, is something altogether different.
Going back to my cute husband. He's no longer a fighter pilot. He's out of the Air Force now, without the impressive lifestyle or thrill of it all. He has a very normal job, he lives his very average life and pays the average bills.
Where he is exceptional however, is in his heart. He's the best husband and father that God could have put on this Earth. That's where the real importance in life makes its mark. When the dust settles and the lights go down, what you're left standing with - is what matters.
That's where my hope lies for our children. In their spirit...their character and their hearts. In these things, I know now that I want them to be the furthest thing from average. I truly hope they'll be phenomenal.
I used to dream about having amazing babies, more fantastic than the Earth could imagine...then we actually had them. The most average, common, beautiful and wonderfully amazing children.
My hope for them is that they strive to accomplish any dream they may have, with a love that fills their hearts...and that they know...they were far beyond any dream I ever could've known.
Please CLICK BELOW to help us go up in RANK! Thank You!
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