I hope that, when my child arrives, I will have etched out a name for him/her that he/she can be proud of. I hope that my name will help my child get jobs. And when they hear the name, they say, “Is Sarah your momma?” and then smile and tell a funny story. I hope that my child is protected because of my reputation, but at the same time, held to a higher standard.. because my child will deserve that higher standard.

I just got to thinking about that today. About how people are often “gifted” things because of their family associations. About how unfair I think it is.. because I never had it.. but how I desperately want it for my child.

It’s the things like that.. the things that are so far in the future, but are shaped by events now.. that constantly run through my mind. It’s things like that which make me take pride in my products and stick to my committments.

It’s things like that which, even when it may put me in an unpleasant light, make me hold to my ethics.

It’s things like that which, even though the road gets rough, encourages me to strive for a better environment for my child to grow up.

It sounds stupid, with “my child” so far off. But today, after a hard day and week.. I wanted to write that down, so I can remember it later.