Back to being Angels

ImageCharlotte, Daniel, Olivia, Josephine, Ana, Dylan, Madeline, Catherine, Chase, Jesse, James, Grace, Emilie, Jack, Noah, Caroline, Jessica, Benjamin, Avielle, Allison.

Just a day before the news of the Newtown shooting came out, my daughter and I were drawing angels. 

A very long time ago (and until now I admit), I believed that children, before they were born, were angels. I always imagine babies with wings and white gowns zooming around in heaven surrounded by white fluffy clouds, running around, giggling, playing hide and seek… and pestering God with requests to have the chance to be somebody’s human child to spread the love and happiness that fill their hearts.  And I imagine God telling them to wait, for they will all have their chances to be one…

Then I imagine God plucking out the wings of those whose turn comes to be newborn babies, and folding those wings for safekeeping until they return to Him. And so it goes that everytime a baby is born, I again imagine what a blessing they are to parents — and the time they first open their eyes, and give their smile, is the time the babies are expressing their joy at having their turn to try and spread their love and joy.  Even when they sleep, you can sometimes see them smiling contentedly, as if they are still telepathically conveying their thanks and happiness to God for granting their wishes, and then all memories of being angels slowly disappear, and they become babies of earth.  And I can only imagine God lovingly caressing their cheeks to say goodbye for the moment, and God wishing that these babies live a happy life with the parents they were entrusted to, and the world they were presented to.

I have spent most of the time Saturday watching and listening to the news about the recent shooting in a school in Newtown, Connecticut, and most of those times, I was crying.  It’s so hard to accept that things like this do happen.  The victims being children does not make it worse than any other shooting incidents that have previously happened. But each time it happens, whoever is the victim, makes life sadder and sadder…

Grown ups are the guardians of the children.  Children have a right to live in a safe place, to live a full, productive and joyful life.  If we allow children to be hurt, abused, abandoned and murdered then we shall be held accountable when it is our turn to go back to where we came from.  Shall we be given back our wings?




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