...to be born yesterday and for a rainbow bright doll...
I stopped wishing around the age that I realized that there was no changing the day of my birth. Rainbow Bright had long ceased to be something I wanted, but I had kept on wishing for her out of habit. I think I was fifteen.
Until Phil asked, I had never told a soul what flashed through my mind the moment before I blew out my candles. I blame some latent childhood fear that it wouldn’t come true, though it has now been suggested to me that the secrecy surrounding my wishing is exactly why I never did get that doll.
I have never seen my husband laugh so hard. I am still not sure what he was laughing at. Was it the mental picture of a fifteen year old me wishing for a Rainbow Bright doll just to see if I would finally get one? Or was it the realization that he married someone who at one point in her life believed she could wish a new birth date true?
Today I’m beginning a new tradition. I’m still wishing for two things, one fanciful and one practical. This time around I’m going to share – I figure there is more chance they’ll come true that way.
While bravery and courage are valuable, it would be wrong of me to take them for granted. I wish for the day to come when those who feel called to serve are not needed, when the suffering caused by war is a distant and faded memory.
I hope that during the course of this year that we find the space and time to explore a part of the globe that we haven’t been. Sometimes I think I am like the bear who went over the mountain. I like to see what I can see.