Angels Among Us
1 CommentShe was about three years old and she was crying. A three year old crying is nothing out of the ordinary, but this was different. This was not a cry of frustration or demand. This was a cry of longing and loss. It came from out of the blue. And it scared me.
She wasn't tired of being in the car seat and frustrated she couldn't get out. She wasn't asking for a toy she couldn't have and was showing her displeasure. She missed her angels and wanted to go home to them; she missed them so much.
Her crying was from deep from within (deeper than I thought a three year old could go) and it was uncontrollable. I was driving. I pulled over to unbuckle, hold, rock, and soothe her. She eventually calmed down but she wasn't quite herself for a little while.
We had talked about angels before. The best day of our lives was the day the angels brought her to us. She was the most special angel of them all - and she was ours.
What happens in a child's mind? What memories do they hold?
One Saturday morning, my daughter saw something, remembered something or needed something that was very real to her and, in that moment, it very quickly became real for me too. There are angels among us.
Especially for the children.
Reader Comments (1)
Lisa - I am so with you on this. Both of my kids experienced very similar things when young. Remind me one time to tell you about Gavin letting me know I was pregnant with Maya before I knew...