- To be at least marginally more confident than her mother who suffers chronically from lack of it. (Implication being of course that the mother has many talents that would warrant said confidence)
- The ability to see the good in people, to be not too quick to judge. (Hard being of the female inclination, nevertheless) I don’t mean the gossip, I’d gossip with you. But to not despise or hate anyone, to put people in boxes too quickly. To not hold a grudge and to be able to forgive. Essentially, to be sensitive.
- To be smart, sharp and perceptive.
- If the choice were between ambitious and being happy, to be happy. (Some would say I’m setting her up for complacence here)
- To have enough wealth so it isn’t a concern but to be wise enough to realize that the happiness-vs-wealth graph flatlines out beyond a certain point. (Achan put this beautifully when he was featured in the ‘Jeevitham enne enthu padippichu’ in the ‘Malayalam’ magazine. Actually everything on there is good advice for the granddaughter, if I can dig it up from archives or something)
- To be fortunate to be close to her extended family on both sides. This is an onus more on me/us than her.
- To grow up loving books.
- To learn to share happily.
- To be rich by way of friendship.
- (Being entirely honest..) to be reasonably confident about her looks while not being obsessively worried or too vain (yes yes, the progenitors aren’t stellar looking, but you never know with the gene pool..).
- To have gotopeople in her parents (and sibling hopefully) and gotoplace (home) that makes things alright even when the world seems to be falling apart. (I was lucky thus and she deserves the same of us).
PS: I know this a tall order, but it isn’t for nothing that you’re my daughter. So live up, do.
PS1: None of the above are virtues (where they are virtues) that I can lay claim to. But all is fair by way of parents wanting for their kids what they haven’t had themselves, been themselves, seen themselves etc.