Chapter 22 The Protectors Are Seen — from my book Changes.

Chapter 22

The Protectors are Seen

An interesting follow up to my experience with rooting myself and acknowledging the protectors is something that happened with my little 4 year old son one Christmas morning.

My youngest came into my bedroom early on Christmas Day.  Our tradition is that the kids can get up as early as they want and get into their stockings, but they have to wait until my husband and I get up to open the presents under the tree.

My son had a little cap gun in his hands that he found in his stocking.  He climbed up on my bed and started popping caps it at me, as a little kid might do.  I told him that he wasn’t allowed to shoot guns at people, but he could practice shooting at other things.

After a short pause he said, “Can I shoot the Coyote?”

“Where’s the Coyote?” I asked, thinking he was looking at the fur of a coyote my dad shot when I was a child, which hung over the corner of my bed.

Instead of pointing at the coyote fur, he pointed at an empty corner of the bedroom.

Thinking now of the protectors, I asked, “Is the Coyote nice?”

He nodded his head, smiling, and said, “Yes.”

“Better not shoot him,” I said.

“Can I shoot the Bear?” He asked, eagerly.

“Where’s the Bear?” I asked.

He pointed to a different empty corner of my bedroom.

“Is the Bear nice?” I asked.

He smiled again, nodding, and said, “Yes.”

“Better not shoot the Bear,” I said.

He paused again, then asked, “Can I shoot the mean lady?”

“Where is the mean lady?” I asked.

He pointed to the open doorway of my room.

I asked, “Is she nice?”  I wondered what he would say considering he had complained about a mean lady who had scared him a couple times at night, when he was alone.

I figured he was imagining a character he had seen on TV and was remembering her, because he said she looked like the wicked witch on the Snow White Disney movie.

She would find him and say, “There you are!” And he would feel scared.

When I asked him if she was nice, his look darkened, his face got serious, and he said quietly, “No.”

“Then, yes, you can shoot her,” I said, matter of factly.

So he did.

I had heard of other children seeing the protectors, but this was the first time one of my children mentioned seeing any of them, to me.

He never mentioned the mean lady again after that incident in the bedroom with the protectors.