Two nights ago I didn't sleep very well. I couldn't blame it on caffeine or a full moon and both of my kids were asleep. I just couldn't fall into that last phase of deep sleep. For some reason I started thinking about angels and wondering what they were doing at this hour which led me to think about moments when my children were babies and I caught them staring out the window looking at something. Everytime I followed their gaze I came up with nothing but the look on their faces convinced me they saw something. The best part of their facial expression was that they looked incredibly peaceful. My kids had exceptionally long infant stages since they were preemies so I got to experience those wonder moments, where I felt like they could see something I couldn't, many many times over.
I wonder now if it was just one angel, one special spirit that hung around to make sure they were ok or if they could see any and all angels in the sky. Why I was thinking of those precious moments, I don't know. It could have been because I had fallen asleep with my daughter again and just the closeness of her little body had triggered those memories or maybe her angel was there with her while she was sleeping. I will never know. But, it does give me comfort knowing that maybe there is someone besides me that is paying attention to all the little details in my childrens life. Someone else who can shoulder the worry that all of us parents go through.
So of course the story that came to mind that I thought I could write about was, what if we all could see our guardian angels, maybe even talk to them? What if I could write a story through a babies eyes? What does their world really look like. That is when my imagination really kicked into gear and kept me from sleeping the rest of the night.
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