I wish I may…

Wishes.

We all have them.

Stories, legends myths and fairy tales are built around them.

And children delight in them.

This morning, my 3-year old grandson was walking barefooted to the car. He “ouched” and “ohh-ed” as his little feet touched random stones and pebbles. But as he passed a little section of clover in his lawn, he stopped and stooped down. I thought he was looking for a 4-leaf clover, but he, instead, gently picked a white clover flower.

He ran to me and said, “Grandma, you can make a wish on this flower!”

“OK,” I said. “Hmmm. Let me see…” Then I asked if I could make my wish aloud. After all, rules are very specific in this wish department.

“Yes,” he annnounced.

“OK, then,” I said. And I thought for a moment. “I wish that all the wishes of all the children in the whole wide world come true today.”

He then said. “Now it’s my turn.” And as he looked intently at that white clover flower that was sure to grant our wishes, he said, “I wish rocks didn’t hurt my feet.”

That was it.

Rocks. Feet.

Practical wishes are wishes just the same!

I wish I may… was last modified: February 9th, 2010 by Sharon Couto
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I wish I may… was last modified: February 9th, 2010 by Sharon Couto