The innocent blonde haired blue eyed little boy held the dandelion puff in is hand. He closed his eyes, stood quiet for a moment, then blew as he whispered, “I wish I could be Spiderman.” Little parachutes of dandelion seeds launched and floated through the air. When the little boy opened his eyes, he saw there were some stubborn dandelion tufts still attached to the stalk. He giggled, crunched them with his fingers, closed his eyes, blew, and made the same wish. He wasn’t taking any chances on not getting his wish! Though he didn’t transform into the superhero, I have no doubt that in his dreams and imagination, he accomplished many great feats of heroism.
As children, we saw the world as a magical place where dreams and wishes could come true. Hopefully we will never outgrow the belief that anything is possible. We need that hope in our world today.
Did you make a wish every time you blew out your birthday candles? Did you make a wish as you threw a coin into a fountain or a wishing well? Did you make a wish when an eyelash rested on your cheek? Did you wish upon a falling star as it streaked across the night sky or when you saw the first star of night?
Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight.
When we had chicken for supper, I would “call the wishbone.” It was the choicest piece of the chicken, but it was even more special because whoever got the wishbone got to make the wish. Of course, the sibling who got the other side of the bone to pull usually managed to get to make the wish instead of me.
I don’t know as if any of my childhood wishes ever came true, but that never stopped me from wishing then or now. Who knows, maybe a ladybug will land on me, or I’ll come across a white horse and get to make a wish. Better yet, I might catch even a leprechaun – then I’ll get a wish and a pot of gold.