Hope for Tomorrow

by Stefani on 8-August-2008

Fortune Teller

My middle boy has been very interested lately in his future.

He wants to know if anyone can really know what's going to come next. 

He wants to know if crystal balls really work, or fortune cookies or even wishing in wells. It's as though he's just come to an awareness that there is something after this. A life beyond the one he knows. 

He found instructions for that little folded paper fortune teller in an old Childcraft make and do book, and set to work creasing, coloring and writing and mostly hoping that it would tell him what he wants to know – that his future is as wonderful as he imagines. 

You pick a number and then the fortune teller is opened and closed that number of times, then you peak behind the number and read your future profession. 

His chosen options are: 

Rock Star 
Inventor Extraordinaire 
House Designer 
Video Game Tester 
and Toilet Cleaner. 

That last one is because I said, "it's more fun if there's at least SOME possibility that you'll get an answer you don't like." 

This was a revelation. 

His whole fascination with his future reminds me of how I felt when I was nearing my due date while I was pregnant with him. 

I was so anxious to meet him, but also nervous, because I knew that once he was born, he would be in the world, on his path, for better or worse.

I knew he would experience both unspeakable wonder and crushing sadness. 

We all do. That's what makes life so sweet, the knowledge that sometimes it isn't. 

But for a mom, it is a predicament. For her son, she wants all of the joy and none of the pain, even as she knows that this is impossible. 

So, it's with all of this in mind that I read about a young man who is fighting for his life, and the family that loves him. You can read his story here.

 I don't know this boy, but I know that he is a son who has a mother, who is hoping against hope that the future holds brighter things for her young man. I can't imagine what it must be like to watch your son go through all that Lee has. It breaks my heart. 

The help I have to give is so small in comparison to the need, but I gave what I could, and I hope that if you are able, you will help too.  I hope that together we can do something big for this family –  help make their future long and bright. 

Go here to find out how you can help.
The Mommy August 8, 2008 at 9:00 pm

His poor family. I can’t imagine what I would do if anything happened to my boy. It would devastate me. Or my three girls, either. They are so precious, each of them. My heart and thoughts go out to that family.

Oh, and my favorite occupation is inventor extraordinaire! Simply awesome.

Linn August 8, 2008 at 10:15 pm

It is so heartbreaking to hear about little ones suffering. I’d rather only have to think about what my little boy would put on his fortune teller (working at the train museum…he’d put it in every spot, totally defeating the purpose of the fortune teller, but he’d do it.) Thank you for sharing both ends of the spectrum as a reminder to me to be thankful.

brit August 8, 2008 at 10:31 pm


thank you. This is so beautiful.

brandy August 9, 2008 at 7:20 am

Gracious, what a story. I’ll be reading more on it today. Beautiful thought provoking post!

Amy August 9, 2008 at 8:18 am

It just rips at your soul. When you make that decision to bring a child into the world – so many many things can happen that are out of our control. If some good can come out of Lee’s story let it be how he reminds us to live our lives in every moment.

Tammy August 9, 2008 at 8:24 am

Thanks for letting us know about this.

Baba August 11, 2008 at 10:54 am

I remember my kids making these. What fun. Your little boy is a trooper, and a cutie. Good Luck with his future antics.

Emma August 11, 2008 at 11:06 am

Hah! I have been watching the Olympics and when the commentator talks about the athletes competing all I keep hearing is “he started when he was three years old..” – I was joking to a friend “should I have chosen by now what Olympic sport or musical instrument he will take up?” He is now five and loves so much and the variety of doing so many different things – who knows what his fortune will be – all I am sure of is that it won’t be of my choosing!

nicole August 11, 2008 at 7:34 pm

you always have such a great story to pass along !

Tipper August 12, 2008 at 6:47 am

I remember making those little choice things when I was a kid. Ours were usually to tell who we would marry someday!

Grace August 14, 2008 at 9:19 am


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