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.
