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I'm Guessing Three More Are Out?

It's 11/11/11, make three wishes

Three wishes. How many times did we play this game when we were kids? You have three wishes, and wishing for three more is not an option. Some of my wishes were to have a huge house (I don't want to clean all of that), a rich husband (money doesn't solve everything), to be a teacher (I'd rather be a paraprofessional these days), to have endless amounts of money (see rich husband), etc. Now that I'm all grown up (physically at least, mentally? still working on it), I've got bigger and better wishes. Wishes that would help my family and others in so many ways. (Could I get anymore parenthetical than I did in the above sentence? I think not)


  1. A cure for Autism. Seriously. I know it's cliche to say something along these lines but it's a very real wish for our family. Deep inside, these children want to be loved, they want their voices heard, their emotions and feelings validated, their rights recognized and respected, they want to "fit in", what every the hell that means these days. I see the frustration in my son's face when someone won't even acknowledge that he's talking to them, especially the adults, the demographic that he wants to please the most. A cure for Autism would be my greatest wish and someday, it will happen. All moms, dads, siblings, caregivers, friends.....we, and they, will make it happen. Faith people. You must have it.
  2. A successful photography business. I'm still working on this one. I love taking pictures of anyone and anything as evidenced by my Passion. I really love taking photos of kids. I connect with them and honestly, I think I do a great job with them. I would love to be able to donate photo sessions to those that can't indulge in going to a studio. I don't think I'm a professional by any stretch of the imagination but I think, and I've been told, that I'm darn good at what I do. I just have to get the darn camera fixed. Anyone wanna get me a new one?? Anyone? Bueller?
  3. My final wish is to, someday, maybe be a para in the schools or even a foster family for kids in need. I feel such compassion for these children, I want to help them as much and I (and my family) can. Once Celia is in 1st grade, I'll have my days open to volunteer more in the school, maybe take some classes. When Arizona Donovan died, I knew I wanted to work in the court system somehow with kids like him. I wanted to help them find their voice, find their haven, their home. I still want that. 
Wishes are fantastic to have. They can be fun, entertaining and in my case, filled with serious notions and ideas. I'm working on making mine come to fruition. We shall see what happens. What are some of your wishes? 
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