“Mom! It’s the first star of the night! Make a wish!” my daughter whispered for the third night in a row. The first night, we were sitting at a baseball game, surrounded by an end of summer breeze, the smell of hot dogs and popcorn floating on the edges of the night air. I wished for a million more perfect summer nights at the baseball park. I tried not to be greedy. I really wanted to wish for a million and one of them.
The second time she prompted me to wish on a star was the very next night. The boys were riding scooters in the driveway, my daughter sucking her left thumb, leaning lazily on my arm. “Mom! Make a wish!” she squealed, pointing at a pinhole of light in the blackening sky. I wished for a million more moments with my seven-year-old leaning lazily on my arm, sucking her thumb, watching the boys slide their scooters across the driveway. As far as I can figure, it’s not too much to ask that little girl of mine to stay seven for another 2,739.2 years. Really. That’s a perfectly reasonable request.
I was tucking the kids into bed the very next night, when my daughter asked me to close the window. “It’s too cold,” she shivered, “can you get me an extra blanket, too?” I walked to the window and started to close the pane, then saw the evening’s first star. “Lyssy,” I whispered, “Look what I see.”
“Mom! It’s the first star of the night! Make a wish!”
And so, I did. As the chill autumn breeze wisped it’s way into the room, I wished for the strength to let go of my wishes. To let myself move through all the seasons of my life with grace and peace, knowing that I’ll be ready to say goodbye to the summer sun, to ballpark greens, to scooters in the driveway when the time comes. Trusting that I’ll be ready for autumn just as the first leaf falls. I closed the window and kissed the summer goodnight.
As I turned to smooch my Lyss to sleep, she whispered excitedly, “Mom! I made a wish for my birthday! I’m going to be eight soon, you know.”
Yes, punkin. I know. But for now, you are seven. It is summer. Let’s not wish these precious days away.
And I kissed her seven-year-old cheeks goodnight. Three times.
Transfer to a cookie sheet which has been lightly sprayed with nonstick cooking spray. Bake in an oven preheated to 400 degrees for 14-16 minutes, or just until the chicken is cooked through. Serve with ranch dressing or barbecue sauce.
Stouffer’s sent me a copy of Todd Parr’s adorable new book, Let’s Fix Dinner, which compliments the company’s Let’s Fix Dinner Challenge. It’s an incredible program, and I urge you to check it out and join in on the fun.
Leave a Comment & Win!
I’ve got one copy of the book & a set of matching placemats for a lucky commenter. Tell me your favorite fast-fix family meal and you’ll be eligible to win the giveaway.
Disclaimer: Stouffer’s provided me with the giveaway items, but did not in any way compensate me to publish positive commentary about the book, Let’s Fix Dinner, or www.letsfixdinner.com. All opinions published are my own.