The imaginings of a feverish child? Or another angel message?
Written August 8, 2001
It was 1:30 in the morning. Adam had long gone to bed. He was sick and after giving him his medicine, I thought he’d sleep all night. I was surprised to hear him come into the front room where I sat at the computer, unable to sleep.
“Grandma, I want you to hold me.”
I pulled him into my arms and immediately realized his temp had gone up again. I gave him more medicine and sat down to rock him. All was quiet for a few minutes. His small, tired voice broke the stillness.
“Grandma, Cassy’s singing to me.”
I felt my heart catch.
I wanted to believe but I also wanted proof.
“How do you know?”
“I hear her in my ear.”
“What song is she singing?”
“I don’t know. I never heard it before.”
“Are you sure it’s Cassy singing to you?”
“You’re not remembering a song?”
“No, it’s Cassy.”
“How do you know its Cassy?”
“I just know.”
He was so sure, he made me believe too.
“Can you have her sing to me?”
“She already is. She’s singing in your ear.”
I closed my eyes and strained to hear her voice. I wanted so badly to hear what Adam heard. All I heard was the beat of my heart. No singing. Not even “Hey Jude.” I was desperate to hear her song.
“Adam, can you sing the song to me?”
“No, I don’t know it.”
“Can you hum it like this?”
I hummed a few notes, hoping he could at least do that.
We sat still, I in my silence, he listening to the song of an angel. I was glad for him, but so disappointed for myself. I wished I had the innocence of a child so that I could hear Cassy singing in my ear. Without thinking, I started to hum, “Baby Mine.”
Adam sat up as if startled.
“Grandma! That’s the song Cassy’s singing to me!”
I sang a few words.
“Is that the song?”
My heart felt indescribable joy. “Baby Mine” is a song from the movie “Dumbo.” I never sang it to Cassy, because I didn’t hear it until a year ago. When I heard it for the first time, I wished I had known it and sung it to her, because it was so beautiful.
Instead, my angel sang it to me in a very special way.
Because Adam was sick, I had him climb into my bed where I could keep an eye on his temp. As his fever went down, he started to talk more. Every ten minutes I’d take his temp. After half an hour, I could see that it was going down fast. The more it went down, the more he talked. Getting a word in edgewise, I asked him…
“Is Cassy still singing in your ear?”
“No. She’s asleep.”
“Yes, cause they do the same we do.”
The innocence of a child allows them wonders for their eyes to see and ears to hear. The knowledge they are given by angels is beyond the grasp and understanding of an adult. I am so grateful that Adam shares his with me.