I hope I can muster enough patience each day so that I do not ever break their stride. I have to let them ‘be’ sometimes. And it’s hard to just let them live, especially my 2 ½ year old. I try. I really do. But, I know, at the end of the day, I have also have to teach her. I just hope I don’t break her spirit as I’m trying to teach her how to survive in this world. It is such a fine line that I hope I walk carefully.
I hope I can provide my little ladies with traditions; traditions that they look back on with fondness. I love hearing stories from people about what they did with their family when they were young. I want this for my daughters.
I hope my girls will be best friends. I understand that there will be lots and lots of fighting, but I hope one day, I will sneak next to their closed door and listen to whispering and laughter. I hope they will share things that they don’t tell me. (Not bad of course) And, I hope they will be there for each other throughout life.
I hope I make sure to play enough while they are young. I’ve heard people say that looking back, they aren’t sure if they played enough with their children. I want to put down the phone, forget the waiting text messages and get down on the floor and play. I want to do it well and often. I want them to remember that growing up; their mom did the best impression of the bear she sleeps with.
I hope I can instill confidence in them. I want them to know how beautiful and lovely they are. If they do, they are less likely to give into peer pressure or make poor decisions. I hope they will walk through life with their head held high and stand confidently.
I hope, I hope, I hope.
I hope for so much. With these hopes, also draws worry…because; I want so much for them.
In the end, I hope they are happy and know how much they are loved every single day! Because then all of my hopes came true and I’ve succeeded.
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