I promised myself not to get overly religious or political, but I just can’t ignore this story. My son Connor had an incident last night and this is the context. I’ve been told about guardian Angels my entire life. My mother had a – we can call it near death, but she was clinically dead for 8 minutes – experience. She also had a falling off the roof incident when she was a little girl and she describes seeing a hand catch her and gently place her on the ground. In any case, I believe.
Connor is 2 ½ years old (and a few days). He has a pretty amazing vocabulary for his age, knows his numbers to 15, colors, every single Thomas train engine, truck and tender, and most of his animals, fish, and birds (including the difference between a macaw and a parrot). He is also very adept in identifying his wants. Additionally he is really working his boundaries and is thoughtful about things to which he will agree and disagree. For example the other day he was reaching for a bird feeder. He said, “Daddy…can’t reach it.” I said, “Can or cannot?” He said, “Cannot.” I asked if he wanted daddy to get it and he said, “No. Daddy hold Connor. Connor get it.” Also, he attends Hope Presbyterian pre-school in a mother’s day out program. He knows what Angels are.
Okay, now you are caught up. I’m not boasting about Connor’s skills, I’m just setting the tone. We have a two story home and Connor’s room is upstairs. We have a spiral staircase and it is hardwood with no runners. Connor again, being 2 ½ and testing the limits of his independence wants us to carry him some days and others he wants to hold the rail and our hand and walk himself. Sometimes he wants to do it completely by himself holding the rail. Anyway, he goes forwards, not the backwards crawl.
Last night I fixed dinner. Nita was upstairs playing with Connor and Josephine. When I called them to dinner, I heard Nita say let’s go down and wash our hands. Connor decided he was going by himself this time. Nita was just behind holding Josie. Then Connor tripped and fell forward. I heard Nita gasp and yell out his name. When I came running around the corner, Connor was half way down with two hands in the middle of one of the steps perfectly balanced. His chin was two inches from the corner of the wood step. His knees were barely on the edge two steps behind. I ran up and grabbed him and held him, carrying him down the stairs. He was visibly shaken. I took him to a chair and just held him and rubbed his back and said soothing things. When I kind of let him go he sat still staring over my shoulder. Usually he’d look at me. I asked if he saw anything. He said yes. I asked if it was an angel and again he said yes. I asked if the angel caught him and again he said yes. I then told him to thank the angel and he said, “Thank you Mr. Angel.”
Okay, so some of you may or may not believe. Cool. That’s for you to decide and God bless you no matter what decisions you make. All I can say is the more I pray the luckier I get. Don’t worry, I’ll go back to funny next week. Yes the picture is an allusion to "Footprints."
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