I suppose as mothers, we all have desires, dreams, and hopes for our children tucked deep away in our hearts. We’ve perhaps carried these things since the moment we found we were with child.
As I went about my day today, I couldn’t help but think about these desires, dreams, and hopes . . . and I wondered, what do I dream, hope, and desire for my son? As I ran through all the possibilities, I thought . . .
I could hope that he becomes the next Billy Graham. That he would lead hundreds of thousands to his Savior. That would hold so much eternal value. But I don’t think that is my hope for him today . . .
I could hope that he becomes a successful business man. Yes, I’d be proud of him. But I don’t think that is my hope for him today . . .
I could dream that he will discover the cure for cancer. Oh, how many lives he could save! But I don’t think that is my dream for him today . . .
I could hope he becomes a man of character and integrity. Yes, this is a good hope for my son. But I don’t think that is my hope for him today . . .
As dreams, desires, and hopes for my son tumbled around in my head like clothing in a drier, I glanced at those smiling blue eyes I adore . . . and as I looked at my son, I realized what my hope for him is today . . .
My hope for my two-year old son is that someday (soon) he will stop taking off all his clothes every time my back is turned. In my opinion, this is sort of foundational to any other hope or dream.
So today, I dream of the day I will no longer have to turn around and sigh, “Why are you naked again?” Yes, today, I just hope my son learns the value of clothing someday soon.
What do you hope for your children?
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