Guardian Angel Mom Quotes

Helen and Buster got down and started praying with Mom, but I just stood there looking at them. The way I saw it, I was the one who'd saved us all, not Mom and not some guardian angel.

We all long for a guardian angel in our lives. The luckiest among us call that angel mother.

One of the hardest things you will ever have to go through is the death of a child. The second hardest thing you will ever have to go through is having a child die at Christmas time. The third hardest thing you will ever have to go through is telling your child that their friend and family member has passed away. The bittersweet moment that pulls you through it all is when your child says, "Mom don't cry. They're okay because they are with God now and they promise not to leave until they help you get through this.

The familiar warmth from the church saturated his heart. Was this what Mom meant by Christmas joy?

Dad was on the porch, pacing back and forth in that uneven stride he had on account of having a gimp leg. When he saw, he let out a yelp of delight and started hobbling down the steps towards us. Mom came running out of the house. She sank down on her knees, clasped her hands in front of her, and started praying up to the heavens, thanking the Lord for delivering her children from the flood. It was she who had saved us, she declared, by staying up all night praying. "You get down on your knees and thank your guardian angel," she said. "And thank me, too." Helen and Buster got down and started praying with Mom, but I just stood there looking at them. The way I saw it. I was the one who'd saved us all, not Mom and not some guardian angel. No one was up in that cottonwood tree except the three of us. Dad came alongside me and put his arms around my shoulders. "There weren't no guardian angel, Dad," I said. I started explaining how I'd gotten us to the cottonwood tree in time, figuring out how to switch places when our arms got tired and keeping Buster and Helen awake through the long night by quizzing them. Dad squeezed my shoulder. "Well, darling," he said, "maybe the angel was you.

scarf it all down, noticing Dad has already left for work. Good, then I won’t have to deal with him getting after me about something today. He’s never been very kind to me. He treats my mom and sister like the angels they are, but he takes out his anger and agression on me, always pushing me to do better and be better. My mom has always been my guardian angel through times like those. I just try to stay out of his way. At least I’ve learned a few things from him. And how not to be, is one of them.

Vane, you okay in there?” my mom calls through my door. I jump so hard I crash into my desk and knock off some books and video game cases. If my mom comes in and finds a gorgeous girl in a skimpy dress passed out on my worn gray rug, I’ll be grounded for the rest of eternity. Especially since all I have on at the moment are my Batman boxers. Pretty sure she won’t buy my ghost-guardian angel/freak-of-nature theories either. I stumble toward the door, prepared to barricade it with my dresser if I have to. “I’m fine, Mom,” I say as I grab the first T-shirt I see off my floor and throw it on, along with my gym shorts. “Then what’s all that banging?” Come on, Vane. Think! Inspiration strikes. “I found a date roach in my bed.” “Did you kill it?” My mom sounds farther away, like she jumped back. “I tried to, but now I can’t find it.” I don’t need to worry about my mom offering to help. She’s a big believer in the whole boys should kill all the bugs philosophy. “Well, I won’t distract you, then,” she says, and I can’t help smiling.

And as Sean climbs into bed and closes his eyes, Mother comes, riding astride a lion the size of a house, blowing a clarion from a horn made out of a hollowed-out elephant's tusk. Her eyes have a faint crimson glow from the lasers that are mounted behind her irises, ready to fire at will. 'I touched a prince's chest today and made his heart stop,' she says. 'I'll do it again if I have to: they'll see what happens if anyone gets in my way. Good night, my son. Remember that I will always keep you safe; that I am always everywhere and always here.' 'Good night, Mom,' Sean says, and falls asleep. And Mother recedes, wise and beautiful and strong, a genius and a hero, a punisher of thieves and a slayer of wicked men, to watch over her son in all her different versions.

The familiar warmnth from the church saturated his heart again. Was this what Mom meant by Christmas joy?

Children close their ears to Advice but Open their eyes to example. Even New Genx Moms close their ears to Advice but Open their eyes to realize their mistakes eventually. Think, Act Wise before it's Late.

I don't believe Harvey would ever mislead me. He's been like a father to me all these years.” “What specifically have you been doing for the slimy bastard?” “Simple stuff like firebombing a few mom-and-pop convenience stores, contaminating a few villages in East Africa with smallpox. Nothing earth shattering.” ”And you thought he was your guardian angel even after he made you do those terrible things?

Mom, I love you. I miss you every single day. Rest in peace, my angel. You were only 32 when you left this world, but your love, kindness, and magical soul remain with me, always in my heart and on my mind. You were unforgettable, irreplaceable—the most amazing person I’ve ever known. I wish you were still here to hear the music I’ve created. I now have 54 albums and 50 singles released worldwide, and this week, I will release my 55th album. I did it all on my own, without any support, driven by the love and strength you left inside me. Every note, every melody, every success—I dedicate it all to your beautiful soul. You are my eternal inspiration, my guardian angel, my greatest love. This journey, this music, this legacy—it’s all for you. Your legendary son, Sami