Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails, Wivian

Make A Wish


The other afternoon Sean and I went out for a walk. It was a glorious Indian summer day, warm and peaceful and perfect in every way.

He spied the very last of the ripened dandelions and plucked it out of the ground.  “Okay Mom,” he said, “Be quiet.”

I stood quietly and respectfully off to the side while he stood as still as a totem pole, eyes closed and holding up the dandelion to his lips.  Then he whispered, “I wish Vivian could come see me every year!”

He inhaled deeply with a squeak and then blew with all his might, scattering his wish to the wind. He blew and blew and blew until there was nothing left but a bald stem.

As we continued our walk towards home, I told him I thought that was a nice wish.  I told him I thought it was much better to wish for people than for stuff.

He nodded in agreement.  Then he said, “You know a prayer is kind of like a wish you share with God.”

All I could do was nod in agreement.

20 thoughts on “Make A Wish

  1. I’m going to think about that all day today. Love it.

    How did it go yesterday with DR??

    * * *
    Well I think it went okay. I got nervous and blathered, but I don’t think anything had to be bleeped out, so I count it a success.

  2. That’s really sweet and I am in the same position. I didn’t have grandparents close, some who didn’t even care about us. Now we live near my parents and my son just adores them. My husbands parents are a travel, but they make the time to come visit and we spend time with them in the summer. I am so loathe to move away (which we will eventually) because I love the relationships that my son has with all of them.

  3. LOVE the new picture – that’s my favorite ‘art’, tho your others are lovely, too. What a sweet wish. I love those nod-in-agreement moments :wub: Happy November!

  4. My wish: that I could write about my kids the way you do! Thank you for being such an inspiration to many, including someone who lives on the other side of the world. Sean is so blessed, and so are you!

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