Wishes are Feathered Things

by Stefani on 13-January-2008

My men like to bring me the feathery “wishing balls” of dandelions past their flowering. I think it’s such a generous act, to want to give me their wishes. Of course, these days, such opportunities are few, it being January and all. A few days ago, however, my middle son brought me this one.

A Wish for Mama

I told him that I thought he should make the wish because I, “can’t think of a thing in the world that I need, that I don’t already have.” He insisted that no, the wish was mine, and he’d take our collected feathers out of the brown bottle, so that he could use it to keep the “wish” for me. “Until you need sumthin’, because wishes are better than feathers.”

(pensive few seconds)

“Unless you are a bird,” he concluded.

I’m sure that there’s a very fine lesson in there somewhere, if only I had time and unoccupied grey matter enough to discern it.

Right next to that brown bottle, is a milk glass vase that was recently made full of reedy things that the boys found, somewhere in the yard. They came in with gobs of them, all smiles, hollering, “Look, Mama! Look what we found!”

I oohed and ahhed and brought out a vase for them, exclaiming over what lovely winter decorations they made.

They gave each other puzzled looks. Then me. Then each other, until finally one of them said, “Well, yeah, you can have ’em if you want.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. I thought they were for me. What had you meant them for?”

“We thought they’d be good for starting an explosion if we can find some plutonium!”

“Yeah,” says brother. “We’re going to make an exploding booby trap.”

Hmmmmmm, decoration or destruction? Tough call, right?

In the end, half went in the vase and half went into their “fort” out back, with the promise that no fires will be started without Daddy.

Stuff They Bring Me

I think that I might need that wish after all. I’m going to wish, and hope and pray with all my heart that my band of men make it to adulthood unscathed.

Sarah Jackson January 13, 2008 at 9:02 pm

too funny. See, you really did have something to wish for.

sarah January 13, 2008 at 9:03 pm

wait, your little guys know about plutonium?? what kind of homeschool are you running? (please hear the sarcasm. please?)

i really like that they call dandelions “wishing balls.” darling.

Meg January 13, 2008 at 9:16 pm

Could your little guys be any sweeter? It’s just too much! Wishing balls and wishes are better than feathers…..unless you are a bird. It makes me smile!

Mary January 13, 2008 at 9:51 pm

Thank you for sharing your “men” with us. They’re precious!

Tracy January 14, 2008 at 5:27 am

They will. I think all moms wish that for their little boys, don’t you? I just love the creative things kiddos think of to do with the simplest things. Starting an explosion with some plutonium. Of course!

Molly January 14, 2008 at 6:02 am

There’s a tutorial on youtube for making an explosive balloon. Fun homeschooling project? Grace has been requesting this-I’ve opted for playdough.

Jade January 14, 2008 at 6:37 am

Love the boy stories! My little man is only 16 months and I have the same hopes and wishes for him. While he sits here with a rug burn down his nose from sliding down the stairs face first.

Holly C January 14, 2008 at 7:45 am

Everytime I make a wish, I wish the same for my daughter. I think it’s how a mama’s brain works.

liz January 14, 2008 at 10:11 am

My boy is not quite two (four more days!) and the stories of your little men make me so eager for what’s coming! I don’t want to hurry past what we have, because he is pure joy manifested, but I am so excited for gifts of wishes and explosion starters (I hear I should be bracing for lizards, too, but I’m in denial about that).

brit January 14, 2008 at 10:56 am

My wish is the same. Their daddy’s stories about building bombs and setting fires to his GI Joes used to make me roll my eyes, now they make my heart stop.

In fact I think I smell something burning right now.

hannah January 14, 2008 at 1:09 pm

what a lovely post! wishing balls are a great name for them. we call them dandylion clocks and use them for telling the time, however many blows it takes to blow all the ‘fairies’ away (ok, I borrow a lot of different ideas lol) is the time that it is. love the wishing idea too.

Amber January 14, 2008 at 4:45 pm

Oh my, I loooove this so much! I love your descriptions of your little one’s thought processes—so much like my own kids. And also like my own presumptions because that vase episode you describe happened to me, too. I guess Moms just assume all plucked flowers and weeds are for them!

I hope you kept the wishing ball, though…

Irene January 14, 2008 at 8:45 pm

Your guys are cute, but you better not tell them that. I hope they don’t actually try and build a bomb of any kind. How did they find out about plutonium anyway? You must be home schooling them very well.

molly January 15, 2008 at 10:27 am

Too funny. Boys and boobie traps – I just never knew until I had a boy. Aidan set a trap for a deer in the back yard. He told me the best way to catch a deer is to leave the trap alone and then when the deer gets trapped, go out and punch the deer (hence the boxing gloves he was wearing). Venison tacos anyone?

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