Monday night was one of those scary Auntie Em type evenings where I monitored the local weather on TV and kept an eye out the window. A strong cold front was pushing through and all sorts of possible tornadic activity was being monitored by our local news stations.
I’ll have to admit I freak out a little over tornado warnings. I was working at Vanderbilt University in the downtown Nashville area when a tornado hit in April 1998.
I cranked the volume on our TV (because the girls were in their usual 5 p.m. let’s jump around like monkeys and shriek like banshees stage.)
A weather forecaster was giving play by play on the storm’s progression, and thankfully we were just on the fringe of the truly bad weather.
Miss C saw the weather map on TV and heard the voice over of the weather forecaster guiding the TV audience through stormdom.
“Mommy that’s an angel talking!”
“Hear that? That’s an angel!”
I looked at her and was admittedly a little puzzled, so I asked her why that was so.
“Well sometimes angels come down here and they are people and we can see them and then they turn back into angels and we can’t see them.”
And then they go back up to heaven?
I rather like Miss C’s view on angels.
Years ago, when I was just out of college and renting a little duplex with a roommate, I had a very vivid dream about my guardian angel. She was in my room, sitting in a chair (probably wondering when I was going to finally get up for the day.) I woke up because I could feel the wind from her wings on my face, as she hovered above me. I woke up. It was all so real that I had goosebumps.
In my mind, angels are invisible. But I like Miss C’s opinion that they are down on Earth, mingling with us normal folk. Sometimes I think angels are spirits of loved ones who have died.
What do you think?
p.s. Stop by the Colorado Grand Junction Sentinel Haute Mamas blog where I am guest posting today for reader Richie who is on maternity leave. I have a true mom confession–my kids have a more active social life than I do!