A Newborn’s Conversation with GoGod
A baby asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,
but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”
God said, “Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”
The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have
to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”
God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you.
And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”
Again the small child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand
when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”
God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words
you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will
teach you how to speak.”
“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”
God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach
you how to pray.”
“Who will protect me?”
God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.”
“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”
God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach
you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth
could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave
now, please tell me my angel’s name.”
God said, You will simply call her, “Mom.”
With Mother’s Day literally round the corner now, several emails regarding mothers and motherhood have begun doing the rounds. I would like to share today a message that I got from a friend whose mother is currently in a state of dementia. With his father in and out of hospital, the poor guy and his family are trying their best to keep the parents comfortable.
Many of my friends ( we are all now 50+) who are following the Indian tradition of taking care of one’s parents are facing this problem – elderly parents who can’t remember what has happened, parents who refuse to accept that they can’t do certain things and some parents who sit staring vacantly in the distance.
What bothers us is not the looking after or the caring but the difficulty in accepting that those who once were strong caregivers are now helpless and lost. But all of them feel blessed that at least they still have someone they can call “Mom” or “Dad”.
So whenever you feel upset with your folks, or you wish them dead, this message (though cheesy) will remind you of the loving care you once got from them.