I have an interesting story. I donât know the name of my angel, but I do believe I know the name of my daughterâs angel.
My daughter spoke very young. She was using full sentences at 9 months old. This was very unusual and I was aware of it. She would even try to speak to others her age in strollers and they wouldnât respond and she would be very upset that they wouldnât say anything.
At night she never went to sleep without singing or talking. When it was quiet in there I knew she was asleep. At around 2 years old I took her out of her crib and put her in a bed (like a big girl). One afternoon at nap time she was in there talking again. As I walked past her room I teasingly said âHey who are you talking to in there?â She yelled out âMy angel, Mommy.â
Well, I did teach her about guardian angels although we didnât talk about it often so I just assumed that this was an imaginary friend or something. So I said âHey, honey, do me a favor please ask your angel his name?â
When I looked in the room there she was standing with her little hands on her hips and she said like I should know already âMommy, you know, my angelâs name is Constance.â I just stood there stunned because we donât know anyone by that name, and how would a little thing like her have dreamed it up she was only two.
I didnât really mention anything else to her about it, and about a year later when she was three she came running out of her room one day crying. I asked her what was wrong. She told me her angel was gone and she couldnât talk to him anymore. I told her he wasnât gone, but that she was probably too old to see him.
She doesnât remember any of this now. But there were other instances of her mentioning angels on different occasions during that year.