“Oh my gosh, Mom, there’s the first star of the night!” my son shouted. “We have to make a wish! Close your eyes and make a wish.” I did as he requested. “Now,” he instructed, “we’ve got to tell each other what we wished for.” He was three at the time, so he had wished for lots of superheroes, of course. He was jumping with excitement as he told me his wish, and listened to …