One of my children gave me a dandelion for Mother’s Day. The dandelion itself wasn’t my present, my son was explicit on that front. My present was the wishing potential of the dandelion.

I blew it off and promptly forgot about it.  I am not sure I actually even made a wish, it was more to just appease my son.

Last week this same child said to me one night before bed that it was a perfect day.  Just like the one he had wished for.  He sighed deeply and contentedly.

I found myself annoyed.  Annoyed that I had thrown away my wish so easily, with so little thought.  As someone who generally believes in the power of positive thinking I am embarrassed.

I keep thinking of all the things that I could have wished for and then made a reality.

Next time.