Both my son and daughter celebrated their birthdays recently and as is customary, they were told to “make a wish” when they blew out their birthday candles. It got me thinking about this tradition and inspired this post.
There seems to be so many different occasions to make a wish! There’s making a wish when you blow out your birthday candles. Making a wish as you blow off the fluffy stuff from a dandelion puff. Making a wish with the turkey wishbone on Thanksgiving. Making a wish when you throw coins into a fountain. Making a wish when you see a shooting star… There are just so many! You can find more, plus some historical background to some of them, here.
Wishes have been on my mind long before my children’s birthdays. In high school, if an eyelash landed on your cheek, it supposedly meant that someone was thinking of you and you should make a wish. If the clasp of your necklace had come around all the way to the front of your neck, again it meant that someone was thinking of you and that you should make a wish.
As I got older and had a better understanding of my Catholic faith, I started to understand that wishes were immature prayers, opportunities to be innocently selfish most of the time. Looking back over my life, I see that my prayers for a loving husband, healthy children, a happy and comfortable home, more joys than sorrows… those were “wishes” that God granted me. I may never have received the pony I wished for when I was a kid, but the blessings I have been given throughout my life have obviously been much better! ❤
My fascination with wishes even manifested itself into a novel that I began writing nine years ago. I had the idea a few years before that, when I got my wisdom teeth removed and was completely out of it and loopy from the anesthesia! I had worked on my novel little by little, but then started my family. Life got in the way and I never got very far in my story, so perhaps one day I should revisit it and maybe make it into a short story. Otherwise, at this rate, it’ll be done and published posthumously after I die of the accomplished old age of 100.
Here are some wishes that come to mind for my own life, and I’ll be the first to admit that a few of them are completely selfish. 🙂
- I wish that I had been more courageous when I was in high school.
- I wish chocolate was a recommended food group.
- I wish for my children to grow up healthy, strong, and happy.
- I wish that my daughter will grow up to understand that her self worth comes from her, not from the guys she dates.
- I wish that my son will grow up to show respect towards the girls he dates and know that they have worth.
- I wish I could go back in time and save my older brother from dying.
- I wish that certain people would understand how busy I am and that I am not ignoring them.
- I wish my mom hadn’t experienced so many hardships and tragedies in her life.
- I wish I didn’t overthink things.
- I wish my first love still thinks about me once in a while and wonders how I’m doing.
- I wish this blog would lead to a lucrative movie or book deal. (Ha! If only!)
- I wish I could see the best in myself, rather than continually doubting my abilities.
- I wish my immediate and extended family know how much I love them all.
- I wish I will be lovingly remembered once I am gone from this earth.