Every year for Thanksgiving someone wins the wish of the turkey wishbone. Dash won this years wish. Ever since I was young the wishbone has always held something magical for me. I prayed that I would win and I was always disappointed if my brother and sister got to split the bone and I was left out. But, I remember getting to split the bone often in my childhood years. I'm sure we had eaten a lot of chicken back in the day.
My wish was always the same. I wished for world peace. I could have wished for anything my heart desired but it was always world peace. If I happened to see a shooting star then my wish would be on things of the heart, more pointed towards love.
Dash, is nine. He is your typical nine year old boy. He loves sports and wants everything to do with playing outside and doing "boy" things. He understands our economic situation but the belief of magic or the hope of all things are possible still reside in his heart and mind. He believes in all that is good and holy and he believes in Santa and the tooth fairy, leprachauns and the pot of gold that can be found at the end of the rainbow. He is at that tender age where magic and wonder become clearly black and white and I'm saddened by this turning point.
He could spend his wish on anything his heart desired, a new bike, a skate board, a game for xbox or new sneakers but he spends his one magical wish, in a very unselfish, untypical nine year old fashion and he wishes for his dad to find employment. My heart is quickly pricked and my eyes begin to burn and fill with warm tears and I turn my head and softly utter, "You are such a good boy." Thoughts of regret swim through my mind that he has to burn a magical wish on such a real need, and then I feel grateful that a young boy of nine, gets it and wants nothing more than a wish that would bring peace, and happiness to not just himself but his entire family.
It is poignant because Dash is the youngest of four. He has been catered to and life has been very easy for him. He was born when material and financial sacrifice was obsolete. Gratitude and sacrifice had always been taught but truly experiencing these things probably haven't been drilled home to him like they have in the past year.
Soft whisperings of the spirit testify that although, this is a trial this trial has still been one of the greatest gifts that we could have ever hoped for to go through as a family. I can't help but feel I am exactly where I should be, at this moment and time. I can't help but feel so grateful for these experiences and I realize that through Heavenly Father's tender mercies and soft whisperings of the spirit that he is pleased with how we have made our special gifts of trials and turned them back as a monument to Him. I'll search for it and post it later. Have a happy day.
9 comments:
He is such a good boy. You are sure teaching him right. This was a beautiful post and so full of the spirit. Loved it...
What a sweet kid.
I know I'll struggle when my kids all grow out of "magic," too. Just yesterday my kids saw "Santa" at the store and they didn't know what to think.
as you know, I have a hard time letting my kids grow up! :D He is truly a wonderful child of God and Guess who made him that way... You.. hugs
Hang in there Mother Goose & fam! I admire your strength and faith throughout the trials you are faced with! You give me lots of hope and faith! I appreciate your friendship and love! Ofa Atu to you and the fam!!
You have taught him well. He is a good boy for having such a wish. Hang in there good things are coming soon.
My Madi is 9 and is at that almost end of the road thinking as well...thats funny you posted that because I was thinking about this all week!
This trial is making your family a better family and is helping them focus on what is really important!! Family!
You are an amazing person and I hope someday we can meet!
You are awesome!!
What an amazing boy. I have a friend in a similar situation as you, going on 9 months of being unemployed when they thought it would just be a few. I am amazed at both of your testimonies, faith and strength. Keeping you in my prayers!
Thank you for this post. You know we are in a similar position. It's tough..but what a wonderful boy he is. What a wonderful feeling as a mom to see how he has truly understood what is important and what's not. :) Well done momma!
Dash is one great & unselfish 9 year old boy. I know his wish will come true that your husband will find employment.
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