I was very young the first time my mother assured me that nothing else happened to me because my guardian angel protected me. Having a guardian angel scared me a little, basically, because I didn't see him.
Years went by and a prayer, which I don't remember, convinced me that I had four angels, one for each leg of my bed, something that made me feel more secure, but at the same time more restless.
The reality of life led me to stop believing in everything we do not see and from the “sky” watches over us to help and take care of us, but for a few years, more or less three, which are the years I have been to my second son Aran, I think I have once again believed in the guardian angel of our children.
With my son Jon, from now six years old, I never had that feeling, because he alone was worth as a child and guardian angel at the same time. There are very few falls of his that I remember (if any, the most beasts), because there were very few times that he fell or struck. He was such a cautious child that he only did things when he was very clear that he was capable of doing them.
Aran, however, has always been his opposite, the night that comes after the day, the inexplicable lack of fear that makes you think that, if there is no guardian angel, destiny must have something important planned for him, because if I give myself the same blows that he has come to take, he would surely need help of some sort.
It is not that we have not watched it nor is it that we have not been aware of it, it is that there has been blows in the most unlikely situations, precisely when less risk was taken. I have come to think that the blows to the head do not affect him because he already has the skull ready, strengthened from so much "travel."
He has hit himself getting up, walking backwards while talking to you and seconds after saying "stop, stop, stop ...", walking so happily stumbling over an invisible stone, slipping through a gap in the swings that not even the creator of them should know , turning at the most inopportune moment to collide with his brother (or with some immovable object) or falling off the couch in an attempt to take a more comfortable posture.
All of it without ever going to the emergency room with a wound that has to be sewn (I touch wood, that I need to say so that it happens), a finger that has to be bandaged or a behavior that has to be controlled too much (after blows to the head, it is already known that we have to assess how a child evolves the next 24 hours).
And everything has gone like this thanks to his guardian angel (sweet company, do not forsake me night or day, ...) or thanks to me that I know what.
The fact is that I think about it and I realize that many children are sure to take more hits and fall more than Aran, many are sure that they are hurting more than him and many are sure that they have parents who watch them less, so I can only think that he has one or more angels taking care of him. Just in case, I won't tell you, lest I scare you or else To give him too much confidence and want to continue tempting fate.
