I Accidentally Manifested a Pink Duck

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lood sugar dropped any lower, so I sent my son to the snack bar with the remaining cash from my backpack.He returned with a large container of french fries, 8 packs of ketchup, and no change. “Guess you really can’t play the duck game now,” my son said as he set the fries between us.I shrugged. “No biggie. I’m glad you guys got a cool orange ball and some food. I’ll get a duck another time.”“Thanks, Mom! They have the best fries here!” my son said happily as he squeezed ketchup pouches in the box, setting some aside for his brother. We ate our fries together, watching as kids came through the front door with their parents. Several soccer players rushed to the snack bar to get food before practice, while siblings headed toward the claw machines and arcade games.My youngest’s practice was about to start, so he headed to the field where his brother was already kicking the ball. I was alone. It was time to read my book, Whole Body Healing, and enjoy some quiet time.I flipped through each chapter, absorbing information about healing my body physically and mentally. I was lost in the pages when I realized a little boy,

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probably about 3 or 4 years old, was standing beside me.“I want you to have this,” he said, opening his tiny palm to reveal a pink rubber duck. Surprised, I thanked him and looked across the room at his mom. She smiled and threw up her palms, as she had no idea why he was giving me the pink duck he had just won. I had never met her or the little boy. He wasn’t wearing soccer gear, so I thought maybe he was the little brother or friend of a teammate.Waving, he walked toward the exit with his mom. I didn’t see any other kids with them.What just happened? Did I somehow manifest a pink rubber duck? I’ve been doing the 369 Project and journaling my intentions regularly, but I’m still learning the ins and outs of manifesting. Regardless of what prompted a random child to give me his pink duck, I don’t believe in coincidences. I received this gift for a reason.The pink rubber duck sits near my laptop now. It’s a reminder that our thoughts matter, even if we don’t always realize their power. Be kind to yourself, and be careful what type of energy you send out to the universe. None of us truly understand how the world works.</article></body>

It’s adorable, though

Image credit: Missy Crystal

“These ducks are so cute! I want one!” I exclaimed, peering through the glass.

“You should play,” my son urged. “It only costs a dollar.”

“Nah, I don’t need this. What would I do with a pink rubber duck?” I asked, backing away from the claw machine.

My son continued pressuring me to play, but I refused. Instead, I spent a dollar on a nearby claw machine filled with giant rubber balls. I figured I’d win one for my kids, and I was right. They’re now the proud owners of a vibrant orange ball.

“Practice starts soon. Have fun!” I yelled to my son as I pulled out a chair in the snack area. It was quieter here than on the soccer field, where the noise could get overwhelming at times.

We were about 10 feet away from the duck-filled machine. I thought about playing after all, but I was dizzy and weak. I needed to eat something before my blood sugar dropped any lower, so I sent my son to the snack bar with the remaining cash from my backpack.

He returned with a large container of french fries, 8 packs of ketchup, and no change. “Guess you really can’t play the duck game now,” my son said as he set the fries between us.

I shrugged. “No biggie. I’m glad you guys got a cool orange ball and some food. I’ll get a duck another time.”

“Thanks, Mom! They have the best fries here!” my son said happily as he squeezed ketchup pouches in the box, setting some aside for his brother. We ate our fries together, watching as kids came through the front door with their parents. Several soccer players rushed to the snack bar to get food before practice, while siblings headed toward the claw machines and arcade games.

My youngest’s practice was about to start, so he headed to the field where his brother was already kicking the ball. I was alone. It was time to read my book, Whole Body Healing, and enjoy some quiet time.

I flipped through each chapter, absorbing information about healing my body physically and mentally. I was lost in the pages when I realized a little boy, probably about 3 or 4 years old, was standing beside me.

“I want you to have this,” he said, opening his tiny palm to reveal a pink rubber duck. Surprised, I thanked him and looked across the room at his mom. She smiled and threw up her palms, as she had no idea why he was giving me the pink duck he had just won. I had never met her or the little boy. He wasn’t wearing soccer gear, so I thought maybe he was the little brother or friend of a teammate.

Waving, he walked toward the exit with his mom. I didn’t see any other kids with them.

What just happened? Did I somehow manifest a pink rubber duck? I’ve been doing the 369 Project and journaling my intentions regularly, but I’m still learning the ins and outs of manifesting. Regardless of what prompted a random child to give me his pink duck, I don’t believe in coincidences. I received this gift for a reason.

The pink rubber duck sits near my laptop now. It’s a reminder that our thoughts matter, even if we don’t always realize their power. Be kind to yourself, and be careful what type of energy you send out to the universe. None of us truly understand how the world works.