My attempt to find balance with the sweets, and the sours, of life.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Angels (Drive?) Among Us
Do you believe in guardian angels?
Well, I'd like to; let's put it that way.
I've been a little down about a couple of things lately. Lots of hand wringing and a little sadness and lots of worry.
So imagine the smile it brought to my face, yesterday, when I pulled up to a stop light and read the bright pink bumper sticker on the gold van in front of me: I'm glad you were born. Now, don't you think that's pretty unusual for a bumper sticker? I do. Perhaps it's me and my personal sensibilities, but I usually find most bumper stickers to be a poke in the eye, at best. How nice, how surprising, how uplifting to read such a pleasant message.
Then I noticed the oval vehicle sticker next to it; you know, the ones with abbreviations for people's favorite destinations. But it read with something I'd never seen nor heard of before: Angel's Landing. (I have since found that there is an area of Zion National Park with that name, but we are nowhere near Utah . . . so I'm choosing to believe it was something more unearthly than that.)
As the light changed and we proceeded down the road, I had to marvel at the positive impact those two small little signs made upon me. And just when I really needed it.
Then I got this silly idea that perhaps it really was an angel in that van . . . appearing before me, fitting herself into my routine, and shining a small ray of sunshine into my life for that moment. What a lovely thought. Funny that she should be so adept at driving a mini-van, but, hey, angels are amazing, aren't they? Yes, they are. I decided to stop dismantling the idea: Take the moment as it was offered and don't over-analyze it away.
When we stopped at the next light, I just had to pull up next to the van and get a look at the driver. Would I see a glowing halo? Fluttering wings? Rays of light? I mean, that would really make her an angel, right?
Well, I didn't see any halo. No wings. No glowing light.
But what I did see made me sure she was, indeed, my guardian angel.
A yawn. She was yawning. A great, big, deep, long yawn . . . the signal of exhaustion.
“Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you must be...’ - she always called me Elwood - ‘...in this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant.’ Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.”~Elwood P. Dowd in Harvey
I am a stay-at-home mom who is coming to grips with the fact that my children are growing up, and that is bitter sweet. I have several pets who understand me including a couple dogs, some beautiful pigeons (yes, pigeons), some chickens who boss me around, and a mourning dove who I believe is God's little whisper to me from heaven. I was a lawyer before I got really serious and became a mom. I love to knit, write, cook, and to take good care of my family. We struggle with my daughter's Reactive Attachment Disorder, and hold hands very tightly sometimes while we withstand the high tide of her challenges. Through it all, I am blessed to have a husband who is the corner piece to my puzzle.