Children's Amazing Wisdom:
We hope to create a place on the site where you can share your stories about the wisdom of children. What have your kids said or done that reveals their amazing connection with spirit? I recall the time my daughter Whitney, age 3 at the time, told me the following:
“I picked you to be my mom. Yup, I was an angel in heaven looking at all the mom’s and said oh this is the one for me.”
I was so relieved when I heard this big news from this tiny little girl as we sipped our lukewarm tea in pink plastic tea cups. If she “picked me” then I didn’t have to know all the answers. I could journey WITH her because we were in this together.
Here’s a few great stories subscribers have shared with us:
When my mother passed away, family and friends joined in a celebration of the life of this wonderfully generous person, who made everyone who came in contact with her feel better about themselves. I'll never forget the nine grandchildren, ages 8-14, stuffed into a pew in a simple, old New England church - their faces upturned as their parents recounted familiar stories about their beloved grandmother. Light, reflected from the snow laden pine trees glinted through the clear windows. It was the first big snow fall of the year. As inspired as we all were after the service, our hearts were still hurting. My tender, eleven year old daughter, who had been especially close to her "Tazzy," was very teary. In a moment I'll never forget, my son, who lives for snow days and sledding hills, leaned over and patted her hand. "Don't you see, Abby? Tazzy sent the snow!"
I was so afraid to let my five-year-old daughter know I was going through a devastating divorce five years ago. We sat on the swings at the park and I told her, "Shenay, sometimes mommies and daddies decide that they no longer want to be married.” I was in so much pain and she must have picked up on it, although I was being strong. Her reply was, "Mommy, don't worry. God sent me here so you would never be alone." We cried together and our relationship has flourished ever since.
We have two burial sites on our land, one for my Dad, and one for our horses. We lost our most beloved mare Sophie last year to a dreadful colic and on the anniversary of her death in August, I went out to her grave with the kids, Linette, 4 and Isaiah 2. We raked the grave and put some nice rocks on it (we live in the desert) and I put some grain down for Sophie.
Linette watched me, smiled and said: "You know, you really don't have to worry about her at all, because Opa Hilmar (my wonderful Dad,) is feeding her now and he just knows what she likes."
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