I think as parents we all have hopes for our kids. I know I had them. I hoped for a child who would share my love of reading. I hoped for a child who would be thrilled by chemistry the way I am. Maybe a child who would end up at the college I went to. And then we had Daniel. And things changed.
Don’t get me wrong, I still have those hopes, but they are suddenly significantly less important to me. Instead, I have a whole new set of hopes. I hope desperately that my children will grow up to be kind people. That they will be inclusive and caring. And most of all, that they will be happy. Because having Daniel makes it so clear to me that those are the things that are important.