Have kids who read.
Instead of hopscotch, have the Black Rabbit of Inle chalked on your sidewalk. Have piles of books by every bed. Have younger kids who can't read but carry books against their chests like talismans, kids who memorize the lines you read them and look at pictures and identify the letter X. Have kids who know what "picturesque" means but not how to pronounce it. Yet.
Buy reading lights for your older kids and tell them bedtime is 8 and then find them reading under their covers at 9 and smile. Have kids whose backpacks are heavy with books, because they need one for the bus there and one for the bus home and one to show a favorite teacher and one to show a friend. When they lend a book and it doesn't come back, dry their tears and tell them it's important to share stories, and you can always buy more books but you can't buy friends.
Have kids who are known at your local indie bookstore. Have kids who start a Little Library and use the hell out of it. Have kids who squeal when you go to the library, kids who disappear between the shelves with a silent reverence to select their next adventure. Take them on real adventures, too, so they can write their own stories, one day. Have kids who know imagination is boundless, bigger than Narnia and more magical than Hogwarts.
Have kids who tell each other stories at night, kids who know that writers are just people who write every day and not magical beings who got permission. Take them to the thrift store and introduce them to books that cost less than a dollar and smell like mothballs, books that you can take a chance on and donate, after. If they pick up an anatomy textbook or a copy of Dubliners, don't tell them it's too advanced; buy it for them and let them muck around in the old pages and put it away to find later on a rainy day when they're older. Have kids who see every book as a possibility and not a punishment.
Have kids who see you read every day, whether in the carpool line or on the front porch when you should be cleaning. Let them see you cry through The Fault in Our Stars or throw a bad book against the wall when it breaks your heart. Let them hold your signed first editions and craft their own messages to tweet at their favorite authors on Twitter. Show them proudly when the authors tweet back. Have kids who dogear their favorite parts and write their name on the title page in wobbling cursive with a pink Magic Marker. Let them know books are friends, not China teacups.
Have kids who who can't live without books, who can't breathe without stories, who can't pass a bookstore without gasping and sniffing the air. They will grow up knowing that they are not alone, that joy and tragedy and adventure are very real. They will read about pain they've never known and strength they haven't yet found. They will know that when times get hard, they will have a secret world to escape into, that a cracked spine is often the best medicine. They will see the best of humanity and the worst of humanity on the internet and the news, but they will see the small stories, the real people fighting and overcoming hardship between the pages of their books, step by step, uphill, throughout history. Teach them that books can be rebellion, social commentary, and healing, thats stories are immortal.
Teach them to write their own stories.