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My children host philosophical debates concerning the necessity of a new item.  It began when my son was old enough to string thoughts into wishes, I would require he provide me three good reasons why the item in question was needed.  I was trying to engage my son in practical exercises in logic, but often I found myself lost in a web of creative thinking.  Bemused customers would sometimes follow us, smiling at the lengthy logic that would ensue.

This is where value rests, somewhere between wishes and needs.  I have said for as long as my children would listen: If you have everything, there is nothing to wish for.  Often I find wishing a greater indulgence than the luxury of having.  Wishes are boundless.

I have my mother to thank for my sense of value.  As a single mother juggling multiple jobs she overspent in an effort to provide my brother and I wishes fulfilled.  My mother met each day with tireless endeavors to gift us sources of joy.  I understood late the emptiness of things, but thankfully learned early enough to appreciate the value of my mother’s efforts.  I carry my wishes like a list of reasons to dream and achieve.  I remind my children that no does not always mean never, it sometimes means make a list, dream, and work hard.  This is one of my greatest wishes for my children, for them to grasp their dreams and create a meaningful reality.

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