Seven angels in the household

We are a household with seven guardian angels. We weren’t always, but over time we’ve picked up more. There’s a guardian for me, the Patient Husband, the three kiddos, the new baby…and one of us has two. I’m not going to get into how I know that last detail. But yes, some people do have two guardians.

It’s neat to notice times when they’ve acted on our behalf, and I know there’s very little we can do other than say thank-you and make an occasional lasagna.

There’s the time I saw Kiddo#3 trip on the stairs, begin to plunge headfirst, and then pivot in midair so he landed on the next step on his feet. It looked like a scene from Kagaku Ninjatai Gatchaman, except there was no one gasping “Masaka!”

I think I heard a guardian angel laugh during this exchange as I made the bed:
Kiddo#2: Are guardian angels nice, or do they be rude?
Me: They’re always polite. Uhm… Why are you asking?
Kiddo#2: Can your guardian angel do anything?
Me: They can do a lot.
Kiddo#2: Can they do the Macaroni And Cheese Dance?
Me: … ?
Kiddo#2 proceeds to do this swooping, arm-raised dance around the bedroom.
Me: Uh, well, now they can, now that they’ve seen it. You’ve added one thing to what they can do.

I’m sure I heard an angel laugh after that one. And there are the times I’ve mentioned something offhand, and then shortly it got taken care of. Like the few days I began finding those ugly green/blue flies in our garage. They’re the kind you associate with dead things. I’d let them out, but I began getting upset because clearly it meant I was going to find a dead thing in the garage. And one day I listed that off in exasperation as “just one more thing” that was making me stressed.

The next day, at about noon, I noticed there were no flies in the garage.

Three hours later, still no flies. (By this time on previous days, I’d have had about 40 of them at the garage windows.)

Day after: still no flies. In fact, there never were more flies after that.

I spoke to a friend in awe: “Someone loves me enough to kill for me–he killed all those maggots!”

My friend said, “Maybe he just moved the thing somewhere.”

And I shuddered, saying, “I didn’t want him to have to touch that!”

Well, maybe he didn’t want me to touch it either. 🙂 And yeah, things like that are really neat and helpful. I know we can’t pay it back, which is why I make them the occasional lasagna.

About philangelus

Mom, freelance writer, novelist, angelphile, Catholic, know-it-all.
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4 Responses to Seven angels in the household

  1. 52 Faces says:

    Oh man, I want angels/to recognize my angels! How do I do that?

    Read your post at querytracker – I also edit young people’s essays, but as an admissions coach. Some of their stories have made me cry, most make me laugh. These kids make me a better writer – some of them so talented I wonder what the hell I’m doing writing at age 30. 😛

    Great to meet you and congrats on joining querytracker!

    • philangelus says:

      Thanks for stopping by! The angel thing — I just started talking to my guardian, saying thank you, and chattering at him about everything. At some point or another, I began to recognize when I was getting some sort of response, and I’d thank him for it. It was cyclic.

  2. octoberrose says:

    I, too, have had intimate experiences with my guardian angel. Very cool. 🙂

  3. Amanda says:

    Great story 🙂

    I have had some times when I could definitely feel a guardian angel present for either me or one of my children. There was the time when my one-year-old daughter was scooting around on my bed while I got dressed. I stepped away for a moment and in that moment, she stood up right on the edge of the bed and began to fall. She ended up tripping and hanging over the edge of the bed but she didn’t go down, despite that most of her body weight was over the edge. She just kinda hung there until I grabbed her (she was giggling like mad…rascal!).

    There have been countless times when I didn’t realize I was speeding and then I felt my car lurch as if I had hit the brakes. I looked at the speedometer, instantly slowed down to the speed limit, and then turned the corner to see a speed trap.

    I could read or relate stories like this for hours! I think I will enjoy this blog. 🙂

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