That My Dad Wouldn’t Yell At Me

Asked my kids to pause for a minute today and consider their highest wish, the thing they want more than anything else. No judgment. No suggestions. No names. Just a bucket for their answers, which I would share and read to them after a few minutes had passed. Some of them chose not to write anything, which was okay as well.

These were their answers, in no particular order.

“I wish for my grandpa to be alive.”

“Horses.”

“To get the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid book.”

“To go to the NFL Draft and get picked first.”

“For me and my family to stay safe.”

“I wish my dog Max would come back alive.”

“To see my three idols from a Minecraft group.”

“To see my long distance friend.”

“For COVID and hate to stop.”

“To go back in time and maybe try and save my parents from getting a divorce.”

“To see my papa because I don’t remember him at all.”

“To have my grampy in my dreams.”

“A bunny.”

“I wish that I always felt safe.”

“To see my dad.”

“To be respected.”

“To see snow and make a snow man.”

“To win a gold medal in my sport.”

“To become a graphic designer.”

“That my dad wouldn’t yell at me.”

Just a cross section of our kids and their emotions captured in a moment, at the beginning of an average Wednesday.