God’s Angels

I recently read a post on Karen’s blog (Only Sometimes Clever) that spoke to the issue of the coolness factor of cynical mothering. I was encouraged that I wasn’t the only one who was noticing the trend. And I was inspired to comment early on, however I might not have if I had waited and seen the flurry of discussion it caused. Even though everyone was nice. I usually don’t speak up unless I find things important. But then mothering IS important to me. My comment said I would write a post about how much I love my children and that starting the wheels spinning. I didn’t want to just gush about them even though I could, I wanted something more, to dig a little deeper.

I started out thinking about the time most mothers gush over their children – when they are sleeping.  We call them sweet, precious, trusting, peaceful, and refer to them as angels. Then my mind wandered over to what I know of angels in the Bible. And in very many of the stories that I can pull out of my mind – angels aren’t really described that way.  Angels are messengers of God.  Sent for very specific purposes. They are powerful yet also comforting. When I think of angels in the Biblical sense I do not think of sweet sleeping adorable creatures. I’m not sure where that connection came from. 

I also starting thinking about all the wonderful lessons that I learn from my children, from being a mother to my children.

And I began to think that my children really are angels. Sleeping or not. They are giving me messages from God everyday. Teaching me, showing me the way. Now that is a reason to love your children.

Catman and Fishgirl