That's the shorthand, isn't it? "What do you want?" "Oh, we just want him to have ten fingers and ten toes; a healthy baby, that's all!"
It's so simple, and, right then, so true. Later, things get complicated.
I want him to be kind.
...to be himself.
...to be joyful.
...to make wise decisions.
...to grow up.
...to stay little.
The wants, those daunting tasks, keep you awake at night. And then, he laces his five healthy fingers into yours, smiles, says "I love you, Mom."
It's so simple, so complex, and all you've ever wanted.
This was part of the 100 words challenge, over at Velvet Verbosity. This week's prompt, "fingers".