I want to know what you dream of, what inspires you, what that little seed in the furthest corner of your mind is that you've been too afraid to let grow. What makes you feel alive?
Your children could care less about how hard you work to give them a big house, their own bedrooms, or a "good" school. Those are your priorities not theirs. Your child's priority is spending time with you, feeling loved by you, receiving your affection and knowing that at the end of the day they have moms and dads and big humans that are happy.
Your children need to learn how to dream and set goals, how to be radical and question the ways everything is "supposed" to be. They need inspiration and examples of what it means to be happy, that no paycheck is worth time that could be spent with each other. They need parents with friends and hobbies and people whose self-worth comes from the love and compassion they put into the world, not dickbag bosses or money or television or smart phones.
Begin to live with your children, not for your children. They need less of parents who worship them and more of adults who guide, instruct, inspire, and provide a soft place to land when things get hard and ugly and messy like they inevitably tend to do.
Stop apologizing for what you can't give and start opening up your hearts and lives to give of yourself -- all imperfect, vulnerable, ridiculous you -- they are part of you and need to know that what is inside of them is good too.
It counts for the rest of us too. You don't need tiny people to be a real person even though we're told we do. Please do something that matters. I can't tell you how many times I wake up in the morning filled with anxiousness in wondering how I'm going to fit in all the beautiful, crazy things I want to do in my life into the next 50+ years, let alone today or maybe tomorrow if I'm lucky.
I read yesterday that people are the happiest before the age of 30 and again after 65. Well eff that. I refuse to waste the next 35 years doing what I'm told and feeling bad about it. Ain't no one got time for that. This world needs more people like us, like you, who are willing to say, "The fuck, life? I'm in charge. This is what we're going to do."
Quit your jobs, sell your house, bust your ass to run your own business or learn to play the harmonica or write poetry because it freaking feels good. Lie on a cold, hard floor in utter silence with your eyes closed, alone with your breath. Place your hands on your belly and start to breathe. This is the beginning. At any time, you can begin again. Start here and start now.
Your kids are waiting. Your life is waiting. What does it look like?