Makes Me Sigh

Reaching For The Angels

Many many years ago, the church I attended held an annual silent auction that benefitted missions. The overseas missionaries sent home items from the country they were working in and put them up for auction to raise money. It was a splendid international bazaar of sorts with all kinds of unique and fabulous things offered. A good amount of intrigue and whispering and strategizing took place among the brethren at this auction in the name of furthering the kingdom of God.

I bid on and won a mobile of straw angels from Africa. I ended up paying something like $60 for it, even though I probably could have gotten one at World Market for $10, which would be about $8 more than it was worth. Not to mention that no one else bid on it.

I didn’t really know what to do with the mobile as my décor is not African or straw, but I liked it, so I took it home and put it in a box for the next six or seven years.

When I was expecting Sean, I decided to do his room in Serengeti safari prints. As I was putting on the finishing touches, I remembered that I had this mobile and so before he was born, I dug it out and hung it from the light in his bedroom. When he was a little guy, I would put him up on my shoulders and let him reach up and fling the angels. It pleased him to send the angels spinning and flying and I’m sure it thrilled the angels as well.

I haven’t thought much about the straw angels for a long time because these days Sean is too big to hoist up to my shoulders. But the angels, they are still there, where they have been for the past four and a half years, floating quietly above my head and out of sight, as angels do.

The other night before bedtime, after we closed the last book, Sean and I sat in the rocking chair together and let what was left of the day drain away.  He tucked his head under my chin and curled up into me as best he could and we rocked back and forth, back and forth, without speaking a word.

“Mom,” he said quietly, looking up at the mobile, “You know, if I stand on your shoulders I can reach the angels.”

“Oh Sean,” I whispered. “You have no idea.”

He has no idea that it is he who lifts me to the angels.

44 thoughts on “Reaching For The Angels

  1. I love that you still rock him. My biggest is so big – but I need to rock him more. I’m going to do it tomorrow. Thanks for the sweet post.

  2. That’s a good one. There’s a Christian parenting mag. called Momsense. I sent something to them once. I think you could expound on this, and they would love it. You’d have to change it some because you’ve already published it on your blog.

  3. Thank you! I needed this post (as another antique mommy of a 9-month-old, your site helps me immensely!)

  4. You have such a gift with words. One post, you’ll have me laughing ’til I nearly pee my pants, and the next one will have me in tears. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world.

  5. They do lift us up. What a lovely way of putting it! I used to sing “the wind beneath my wings” to my kids… And if you get a hammock, you will still be able to rock him when he is TEN!

  6. Stop it. Just stop it!!
    I have a full belly of spaghetti and one glass of wine. How dare you make me cry:)
    J

  7. lawddddddd have mercy, AM.

    “and let what was left of the day drain away….” I’m relaxed just having read that. Your writing never ceases to amaze me.

  8. Just like Josh Groban sings, “You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains. You lift me up to walk on stormy seas. I am strong when I am on Your shoulders. You raise me up — to more than I can be.” Sometimes, you think the most wonderful tings.

  9. One of the reasons I enjoy reading your blog so much is that it reminds me of the sweetness of my little boy. He is 12 going on 13 and not quite as he was as a young child, shall we say. The moments you share with us about Sean help me remember the precious times I shared with my own son. Thank you.

  10. How sweet and precious a moment.
    Popped in to let you know there is now a variety of tags for your website that announce that you are a Magnificent Mama of the Universe, please pop in and get one.
    The Mama Bear

  11. This is a beautiful post.

    I’m a “regular” here. I visit often because I love it. I got tagged to do a meme on my blog and I tagged you. I’m new to the blogging world and don’t “know” that many other bloggers – so, I hope you’ll play along!

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