We’re back! I spent the last two weeks in the company of my very own personal angels, namely my grandsons and new granddaughter. I felt like I was in heaven. Our empty nest was filled again; giggles, curious inquiries, typical terrible two-year old mischief, and the daily new cute things a five month old does to make you appreciate life made the last few weeks glorious.
I did not much time to blog but at night after a fun-filled day, I would retire with a book to catch up on my reading about angels. I came across this book at the bookstore where I took my grandkids for storytime activities. The book, The Crystal Children by Doreen Virtue provides some provocative insights about children. As a former educator and of course mother and grandmother I was fascinated by her definition of Crystal Children. I know that many times in my forty-two years of teaching I must have come across children that fit her descriptions. The book also filled me with hope for the future and for the survival of our beautiful planet.
Curiously, I had flashbacks of my own childhood. I am the only child of my parent’s marriage. They had been widowed and I had siblings sixteen to eighteen years older than me. So I grew up surrounded by older people. I played mostly with my cousins and with my nieces and nephews that were three to four years younger. The nephew I was closest with must have been a Crystal Child. He fits all the descriptors in the book. Unfortunately, he died tragically at the age of twenty-two so I will never know how far his intuitiveness would have taken him. As I think back, I could see him doing the things that “Crystal Children” do like comfort people in need and care so much about nature and animals. He had the deep sensitivity Ms. Virtue speaks about in Chapter four, “The Crystal Children are very much affected by the collective energy of the planet…Crystal Children are here as peace keepers and they tune in when someone is not at peace.” This describes my nephew. Although Ms. Virtue states that these Crystal Children are born after 1995, I believe that maybe there may have been a few around before that and perhaps they have evolved into a new generation.
The book may me reflect on many children that have crossed my paths as a classroom teacher and I hope that I was able to foment their creativeness and intuitiveness somehow. Crystal Children may be at times misunderstood or perceived as slow or may even have been diagnosed as autistic according to the book.
I like to keep an open mind about ideas like the one proposed in the book. I know that the many children that I had the privilege to teach were all unique and some gave me much food for thought and others taught me and helped me in many ways. Perhaps some of them were Crystal Children or simply unique individuals as I liked to call them but if there is a new generation of Crystal Children being born then we are in luck as a civilization.
Nature is full of surprises. It introduces you to the miracle of life everyday. Today we found a fawn laying in our front lawn. We thought it was injured at first because it was not moving. It seemed to be in fetal position. Little did we know that it was just waiting for its mama to come back.
We watched quietly as not to startle it.I was fearful the fawn would not see its mother again. A few hours passed when we saw a very beautiful doe looking toward the house. The fawn ran to her and immediately started feeding. It was beautiful.
I could not help but think about my newborn granddaughter. (who by the way is my bright angel) and how she looks at her mother with such unconditional love and how she knows that my darling daughter is her mother. She knows mother is life’s force. I can’t imagine my granddaughter being left alone for a second to fend for herself. But then I remembered that she has a guardian angel. How do I know this? I pray for her protection every day.
I cannot speak for the doe and her fawn. I imagine nature has a plan for them. The one thing I do know is mother nature has a special way of helping us to see the beauty and glory in all living things.