I am outside with my two-year-old daughter, Lu, on a warmer-than-usual spring day. We spot a few dandelion seeds and I tell her how sometimes people blow on them and make a wish.
She gets excited and starts waving them in the sky, as if making letters in the air to write out her wish.
“Did you make a wish?” I ask her, always imagining (two-year- old brains are perfect for me).
She plays along of course. She has good verbal range so I am expecting something long-winded, maybe something like wishing for a garbage truck or to go back to the pool with her friend, or something big and intense. I know, she’s only two, but most of you haven’t met my daughter.
Instead, her reply is simple. Beautiful. So unlike everything us adults would wish for.
She tells me she wished for “a carrot.”
Is there anything more magical than someone wishing for one, single carrot?
Also, a carrot?
Even if I’m wishing for one food, I’m going with a warm chocolate chip cookie.
But she is so sure. And seems so unable to care about the wish at all. She is having fun, and all the bouncing through grass trumps any real need for wishes.
It’s as if she is saying….
What more could I wish for?
I mean, really, Mommy… do you not see?
You’re playing with me.
Baby brother Sammy is home. After too much time apart this year.
I’m outside.
The weather is lovely.
Horses live at the end of my street.
I have a dog named Moose.
We’re all together.
And, as she tells me later that day and also tells everyone, she has someone to love.
Her brother, Sammy.
Maybe it would be fun to plant some carrot seeds and see what happens. Lots of carrots!
Gosh, I LOVE this snapshot of such an enchanting girl. A beautiful reminder that, yes, we all have all we need.
We love carrots at our house. I found a discount bag for 99¢ this week. We were happy and crunchy. Ha. We have planted a whole row of carrots. But my husband’s grandpa, Farmer Herk, tells us the rabbits frequently eat them all. But the sprouts started sprouting this week, and we’re so hopeful.