The Angel: Seeing the world through a child’s eyes

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Holiday celebrations are some of the best parts of living in a small town, and my town does not disappoint. As Christmas approaches, our Main Street. is decked out in wreaths and ribbons, with beautiful storefront window displays glittering and gleaming in the soft white lights.

Early in the season, the entire downtown closes to traffic for an evening to make room for Santa’s sleigh, where, after several hours of music and merry-making, the crowd gathers for a countdown at the end of which Santa magically turns on the Christmas lights that surround downtown’s centerpiece, the Millpond (we won’t dwell on that one year we counted down like six times but the lights still wouldn’t go on- even Santa has technical difficulties). It’s a pretty big deal around here.

Many of the homes leading into downtown take their celebrations just as seriously. There’s the house with the nearly 50-foot pine tree that is adorned from top to bottom with ornaments the size of watermelons. Smiling snowmen on every corner. Enough reindeer to pull a dozen sleighs. And my favorite- a giant lighted angel which stands in front of a quaint, brick gingerbread-style home on Main St. I look forward to seeing its warm glow every year, and then I forget about it until the next. Christmas angels aren’t there when it’s not Christmas, right?

Unless they are and you just don’t see them.

Fortunately, someone in my world does.

I think it began around sometime around February or March. We’d be driving through downtown and all of a sudden, my then 6-year-old daughter would nearly leap out of her booster seat with excitement.

“Mama- there’s the most beautiful angel standing there, and she’s holding a present in her hands! What do you think is in it? Do you think it’s for me?” She’d breathlessly blurt out as we navigated the roundabout in the middle of town.

“Mmm hmm…,” I’m sure I muttered distractedly, the first few times, glancing up about 2 blocks after the fact, which is typically the time it takes a verbal message to trudge through the muck of my overloaded brain, and to trigger some sort of a response. Of course by then, I saw nothing.

But she wouldn’t stop. Whether it was on the way to ballet, coming home from the grocery store, or heading to a friend’s house, she saw an angel. I saw nothing but places to go, errands to run, and time ticking away on the clock.

Though she only mentioned the angel when the two of us were alone together in the car, on those rare occasions I was a passenger, I’d try to remind myself to look for it. Unfortunately, by the time we got close to downtown, my attention had been pulled away by a beep or a buzz or a tweet or a tap or a swipe. But never an angel.

Finally one day, I remembered. As we made our way downtown on the way to dance class, I told her to tell me when we were getting close to the angel. I slowed waaayyy down until I heard her gleefully  squeal: “There she is!”

Sure enough, she was right- there stood the frame of the giant lighted angel I so look forward to seeing each Christmas. I’ll be honest- in the light of day, she looked a little shabby- just a twisted shell of metal and wires on a soggy, bare lawn.

“Oh, you mean the Christmas angel!” I said. “I didn’t see her because the lights aren’t on this time of year.”

“She’s not just a Christmas angel, mama- she’s there all the time,” she insisted. “It doesn’t matter if the lights are on. She’s an angel- she’s always shining. I see her all the time. You just didn’t LOOK for her. ”

DUH.

And just like that, my thought process sped through the roundabout and took a hard right turn into the oh-so-familiar parking lot of Mommy Guilt. Between work, activities, obligations, and the pressure of getting everyone from Point A to B (and points C-Z), what else had I been missing?

But then I realized- maybe we’re not meant to see it all alone. Sure, my little girl sees things where I don’t- she looks at a puddle and sees nothing but joy. I see a stealth mess that’s looking to attach itself to a host so it can spread entirely new messes throughout the house. She sees cotton candy dinosaurs on a cloudy day, while I mourn the absence of the sun. And she sees angels shining even when the lights aren’t on.

But I know it works both ways- it’s my job to see things that she can’t yet understand. To shield her as best I can from harmful germs and harmful strangers, bumps on her leg and bumps in the night. To guard her heart and raise her to see the world with both wisdom and joy.

Light and dark.

Angels and demons.

Between the two of us, I think it will work out just fine.

She’ll be my angel and I’ll be hers.

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