by Erma Bombeck
Once upon a time, there was a child ready to be born.
God: “Among the many angels, I chose one especially for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”
Child: “But tell me, here in Heaven, I don’t do anything else but sing and smile, and that’s enough for me to be happy. Will I be happy there?”
Child: “How am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language that men talk?”
Child: “And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”
God: “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”
Child: “I’ve heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?”
God: “Your angel will defend you, even if it means risking her own life.”
Child: “But, I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”
God: “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 already be heard.
The child, in a hurry, asked softly… “Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”
God: “Your angel’s name is of no importance. You will call your angel … Mommy.”