The world’s a better place if my kids are better than me

As I began a new year and closed out the previous one, I found myself sitting, worrying and wondering about the future for my spouse, my two children and me. This may be because I turned 30 right before the close of 2018, but we are going to ignore that little number. 
As I pondered all this, nervous and excited at the same time, I wondered what kind of world my children will face when they embark on their own journey in life.
I worry because of the division I see in my country and the world. I worry because of the hate and lack of respect I witness every day. 
When I first became a mother, I promised myself I was going to raise children who didn’t have to seek therapy as adults—children who could turn into functioning adults with passion, drive, endurance and the want to live a good life. 
I told myself I was going to raise powerful children, successful children, children who could conquer whatever came their way on their own. 
As I grow older and watch Kazen and Breeklee take shape as children, I find myself worrying less about the amount of success they will have and worrying more about whether or not they will be good people, kind people, people who can achieve their dreams without destroying others. 
Through my job, media and social media, I see the bad, the good and the ugly. The good, I feel, we see so often because people are looking to be praised, to be acknowledged for the good they are doing, not because it is what feels right in their hearts. 
I recently watched a video in which a man gives a homeless guy some money, this man then goes to Target and purchases necessity items and distributes them to other homeless individuals on the streets. For his kind gesture, the original giver returns to the homeless man, thanks him for his generosity and gives him additional funds for himself. 
Part of me believes these people do this for recognition. The real hero of the story is not the person behind the camera; it is not the person giving the homeless the money. 
The true heroes are the homeless and less fortunate people, who despite their own needs go out of their way to give to others, to care for and love others more than they do for themselves. 
Now don’t get me wrong, self-care and love is extremely important. We must make sure we are happy and healthy, but we must also realize that this does not necessarily involve having material things. 
What I am suggesting, and hoping my kids will embrace, is that you must not hurt others to achieve your dreams. You must respect others, be kind to others and sometimes go without so someone else can have. 
No longer do I want to raise children who are successful, with big houses and lots of money. Of course, I want them to be successful in their own right, in what makes them feel good. I want them to have their needs met and be able to provide and have what they need always. 
But what is important, what really is important, is raising children who are a little bit better than me. Someone a little kinder, someone with a little more respect for others, someone who can live their dreams and embrace their passions while not hurting others in the process. 
If I can achieve this, if I can raise kids who are better people than I am, then I have left this world in a better place, and with that, I find a little peace.