This is beautiful, and a tradition I intend to start with my children, should I ever have them.
“Recently, I overheard a Mother and daughter in their last moments together at a regional airport. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and she said, ‘I love you. I wish you enough.’
She in turn said, ‘Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.’ They kissed and she left.
She walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?’
’Yes, I have,’ I replied. ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’ I asked. ‘I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ she said.
‘When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?’ She began to smile. ‘That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.’
She paused for a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, she smiled even more. ‘When we said ‘I wish you enough,' we wanted the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them,’ she continued. Then, turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.