People tell me that my son has my eyes. I’m happy about that, since everything else seems to have come from my adorable husband. But I started thinking, what would I want him to
see if he has my eyes? What if he could see what I’ve seen?
I would want him to see the good in people. I want him to look past first impressions and know that everyone is fighting their own battles. People become who they are because of their experiences, and everyone has good traits. I want him to work to see these good qualities and develop the ability and the desire to see them.
If my son had my eyes, I would want him to see the beauty of natural wonders. I would like him to appreciate the amazing splendor of a sunset or the magnificence of leaves in the fall. I want him to look out upon a desert and see the beauty amidst the barrenness. I want him to see the shapes in the clouds, and know that each day brings its own exquisite attraction regardless of the weather or location.
Most of all, I want him to see the enactment of his dreams and know how possible and likely they really are. I want him to see that dreams are just future events that he can make happen. I would like him to see the power he has to control his destiny and live the life he wants.
