As
parents, we want so much for our children.
Safety, health, education, love, and happiness. We pray they grow up surrounded by people
that can show them beauty in the world and compassion for all of its ugliness. We feel a little failure when our daughters
worship pop stars instead of Noble Peace Prize winners, and our sons’ value
physical strength instead of compassion.
Perhaps we don't all feel that way, and perhaps that is the problem. Growing up I read books like Ann Frank, and
Little Women cover to cover repeatedly, Imagining myself someday becoming a writer,
an artist, a teacher, or a healer. Imagining myself choosing love and
freedom, and self-respect. I hope I am never the kind of parent that
pressures my children into being something I want them to be. I want to
make sure to listen to their dreams, their desires, their ideas of love and
freedom and self-respect. But there are some things I won't budge on. They have to be compassionate. They
have to value their mind, body, and spirit. They have to be able to see
outside of themselves and choose to care for others in the face of hatred.
They do not have to be doormats, but they do have to be welcome mats.
Video and article of Malala Yousafzai on the Daily Show
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