Ponderings of a Philosophical Nature

All parents wonder what their children will be like when they grow up. They create dreams, hopes, and wishes for their children's futures. Will their child be smart, attractive, popular, and charismatic? Or will their child be unintelligent, ugly, and socially inept? Can a parent even see her own child as ugly? Or as the parent does she always think her child is adorable and cute?
What if, as a child, the parent was, let's say, not the best child or teen? What if the parent was sort of, um, bad? They say parents get what they deserve in their children. I don't know about you, but me, I don't want to raise me. I'd much rather my children not be like me. As of now, I think a rather appropriate choice would be they be like my youngest sister. She's very smart, funny, pretty, and is very popular. But, I have this funny feeling that I don't get to pick who my children grow up to be. I can only hope they grow into someone who I can like and respect. But ultimately I'll be a large molder of who they turn out to be, am I worthy of shaping them? I'm not sure. I've made a lot of bad choices in my life, and a lot of stupid ones too. I mean, I am rather happy with the way I turned out, and I would love for my children to end up how I am now (not necessarily the whole parent of 3 at 22). I just don't want them to follow along all the paths I did to get here.