To leave the world a little better than it was when I entered.
It’s a lofty goal. But at the same time, a mission statement. Are mission statements ever supposed to be checked off the to-do list along with “get paper towels” and “bathe children?” I think not. It is a guidepost. Something to strive for. Something that will cause other good things to happen just because it is out there, begging you to come towards it. And in trying, you are able to feel good about so many other things. That’s my mission. That’s the reason for my statement.
And I’d like to go so far as to claiming that even in two years of motherhood, I have made a positive impact on the next generation. I witness daily a growing, evolving pair of future leaders. I see their compassion in application when they decide to share a toy -- or a hug -- without a prompt. I see their little wheels turning with ideas, eyes growing wider when they’ve stumbled upon something new. I see their problem-solving at work, inherent abilities that I dare claim to have something to do with. I am proud.