A veterinarian. That’s what my wonderful six-year-old wants to be when she grows up.
But here’s my dream for my child as she ages:
I hope she grows up to be a giver and receiver of kindness. That’s it.
I did an interview recently where I was asked what my “family motto” was, and those words instinctively slipped from my lips. Academics, popularity, sports—those things are secondary. I just want my children to navigate this beautiful but often brutal world with a kind heart.
I probably would’ve said something different years ago. Doctors, lawyers, big homes, and bank accounts. But after both of my children were diagnosed with autism, none of that mattered. I quickly began to realize that the most important thing a child can become is an adult who offers radical acceptance.
So that became the new goal: can my children look out for others instead of just themselves?
And, can that favor be …