Dear Future Mother Lindsay

Hey, So this is weird… but it has to be done. I want you to remember something. As I sit here at my desk looking through images of young ones who pose in front of my lens. I can tell the ones who suffer under the weight of the pressure that is forced upon them. Yes, that’s right, I said “suffer.” Yes, they are citizens of the USofA, where freedom rings, where most are never wanting for physical sustenance and goodness. But somehow, they are slaves. It’s those shifting eyes and fingernails bitten down until they bleed. It’s the perfectly arranged outfits and accessories. It’s the little nick picky comments I here about weight and hair and a funny smile or slouchy shoulders. It’s the anxiety attacks over a test grade. It is the media, peers or even loved ones. But it should NEVER be mothers. I want you to remember to give your kids the freedom to fail, the license to let you down. I want you to remember that your dreams aren’t theirs and shouldn’t be. The only dying wish that truly should be the highest priority is the desire of your children to know God, follow Jesus with all their hearts and surrender their entire beings to allow him to be in them. The desire to have confidence that the spirit of God dwells in them and is guiding their hearts (not yours) for what steps to take in their lives. Those steps may not lead to good grades, college scholarships, a nuclear family, a big house and a good job. In fact, I hope those...