An Angel’s Feather

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I volunteer at my daughters school once a week and get the pleasure of helping out an awesome little guy I’ll call Ben.  I could fill these pages about his home life and everything the school has done to help.  I could do more pages about his beautiful heart, sincerity, kindness, and caring for others. 

When I began this year, he’d come up to my daughter and I, physically insert himself in the middle of whatever we were doing, and stay. It didn’t take long to figure out he was trying to be a part of us, our relationship. Soon after that, he’d greet me with big hug and tell me details of his week since we’d last seen one another. After the hug, he always hands me a note with a picture he’s drawn. It usually says, “Thank you for coming to stay all day. You are the best mom in the world and Arabelle is so lucky.” The picture is always a version of the three of us holding hands with me in the middle.

I don’t know if I took Ben under my wing or if he put himself there. It doesn’t matter, I’m just happy he’s there. Now he’s my business, and that is a good thing. Yes, we read books, do math and all that other stuff your supposed to do in second grade, but I also give him love. I get to call him sweetie, darling, dude, buddy, you name it. To get him to concentrate on spelling, I’ll put the word in a sentence while speaking in different accents. Irish or Scottish Brogue, California Dude, The Queens English…….its all made up of course, but it does sound slightly different from my usual speaking voice. All of these little silly things are done out of love and hope, and he knows it. His face and eyes light up when he’s truly being cared for.

I could go on and on about Ben stories, but I want to bring you to what happened yesterday. The class went on a field trip to the Arboretum and Bee Museum, and I was lucky enough to chaperone. The last thing we did before getting on the bus home was go through a field of flowers looking for honey bees pollinating. The kids loved this and got to mark down how many they saw and what species they thought each was.  As we finished up I was with Ben and a couple of other kids who couldn’t help but look at the ground closely for more bees. All of a sudden Ben got really excited, yelled my name and said he’d found something better than a bee or flower. He’d found a feather!! It was by the far the perfect feather to find, one of those big white fluffy ones that could only grow on Angel Wings. Ben held it up to me saying I should have it, he wants me to have his special prize. I tell him that finding feathers like that means one thing; you’re being watched over by an angel and they want to give you a little clue they are there. I told him he had to keep his angels feather so that he’d be reminded that he is always loved and cared for.

He looked at me intensely, probably wondering if I was telling him some story like the easter bunny, but I was serious. I am serious. I believe he was meant to find that feather and I was meant to be there to tell him the meaning of it. He stared at the feather quietly all the way home in the bus.  I could see the wheels of his mind turning, trying to find a place to add this new and exciting information. Imagine the implications? 

Ive been thanking that Angel ever since. Thanking him for coming, leaving a feather, and for watching over another earth Angel who needs all the help he can get. 

Love, Renee

3 comments

  • That is so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. Thank you for being there for that little guy. Love you. Joann

  • You are amazing! Isn’t it great hanging out with these children?! I love my job as a para because usually these kiddos can use some extra love and another “momma” ❤ What a blessing you are 🙏🏻

  • Oh my gosh, I love this story! He’s a little angel…

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