Brantley calls these “blow flowers.” They are the newest addition to our nature walks. Each time we find one, I encourage Brantley to make a wish as he blows the flower. When I ask him what he wished for he replies, “flowers.” Brantley picked up a Dora book at the library about a falling star. It ends with the “Star Light, Star Bright” rhyme. We made a wish on Little Star. When I asked Brantley what he wished for he replied, “stars.”
I don’t think he has grasped the concept of “wishing,” but have any of us? I mean, we wish on stars, eyelashes, number sequences, dates, and candles. Where do all of those wishes go? We have fictitious characters for every American event – teeth, Easter, Christmas, sleeping, & cookie-sneaking. Why isn’t there a character who receives our wishes?
Have any of your wishes come true?