Once upon a time, I wished for these royal blue E.T. shoes that I saw at Buster Brown’s for my 7th birthday. I wrote about them for an entire year in my first grade journal. When April 17, 1983 finally arrived, I eagerly opened the box to find…my beautiful E.T. shoes.
In fifth grade, I wished for a cherry-red 10-speed. My parents sent me to the basement to find something and there it was in all of it’s beautiful cherry-red glory. My little sister may or may not have tipped me off in a game of “Mom and Dad will never find out if you tell me!”.
In seventh grade, I wished for stark white K-Swiss tennis shoes and new clothes. After a shopping trip with Grandma, my feet never looked so cute.
In tenth grade, I wished for a car. It was an ugly little silver 1986 Chevette, but I loved it.
In college, I wished for love. Luckily, he let me borrow his sweatshirt one cold winter’s day and the rest is history.
Birthdays were a time for wishing for that one special thing you wanted. Most of the time, my wishes came true.
This year, I’m wishing for something just for me. I wish that I can look in the mirror and know that I’m enough. I wish that I can live with my whole heart. I wish that I can be vulnerable and courageous and strong. I wish that I can feel worthy of all of the wishes that have come true for me.
Here’s to knowing that all of my wishes have and will come true.