A few days ago, my husband asked me a question - if I could have one wish come true, what would it be? True to form, I replied that I would really need two wishes...
My off-the-cuff, flip, sarcastic first wish was infinite wealth - not because I want to be filthy rich (although it would be nice!), but because of all the worries that would be solved by never needing to worry about money. I like to think that with that kind of money I would be more like Bill and Melinda Gates than Paris Hilton, but I'm pretty sure some shopping would be going on at some point.
My real answer, though - the one thing that would bring me the most joy and peace of mind if it were to come true - was about my kids. If I could have a crystal ball and look years into the future and know that my kids were well, and secure, and loved, and happy - well, I can't imagine anything being better than that. My oldest daughter is on the autism spectrum; what I want more than anything for her is to know that she finds her place in this world where she is accepted and cherished for who she is, quirks and all. My biggest fear as a parent is that the things I do to try and help her learn and grow will be the very things that dampen the things that make her so unique - it's a fine line, and it's one I struggle with every day. My younger daughter doesn't have the same challenges, but she has her own share of drama (she is, after all a girl!), and I worry that they way we parent her is colored too much by how we parent her sister, if that makes any sense.
So, my wish would be to know that my kids will be okay. In the meantime, I'll just keep muddling through, hoping I'm helping that wish come true.