Anonymous wrote:My mother's friend says her son (now an adult) was an "indigo child." When he was very little he told her that before he was born he chose them as parents because they were sweet people, and said some other things that she couldn't explain away.
When I was a young teen, my best friend's Mom took us for readings with a medium. Not like a fortune teller with a storefront, but someone who didn't advertise and met with people in her suburban home. I remember her asking me about my sister... I told her I didn't have a sister. She asked if my mother tries to act like a sister to me, I said no. She said, "Well, I don't know what to tell you; I see a sister here."
My sister was born about nine moths later.
Anonymous wrote:eeeeeeeeek!!!
Please excuse my woo woo, but I do believe that children are closer to the spirit world than we are. What does the rusty man want?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:OP- she's intelligent and imaginative - this was the height of my DS's imaginary friends and play. He used to dress up in Disney dresses, full purse, wig, and strings of beads and sashay around his Catholic preschool- I got a huge kick out of it. At home he insisted that we call him "Pam."
MONICA: Well, you used to dress up in Mom's clothes all the time.
ROSS: What are you talking about?
MONICA: The big hat, the pearls, the little pick handbag.
ROSS: Okay, you are totally making this up.
MONICA: How can you not remember? You made us call you... Bea.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My Scottish grandmother was long dead before my niece was born and never saw a video of her. One day we were at a restaurant where the waitress had a Scottish accent and my niece said, “That girl talk like Kitty!” Kitty is what only my grandfather called my Grandmother and he was dead before she was. If my niece ever heard us talking about her Grandmother, we would have called her Grammy. Anyway, my niece told us that Kitty still kisses her at night and tells stories.
Weird.
I posted this in a thread a few years back.
My then toddler used to wake up in the middle of the night and just laugh, cackle and squeal, never leaving his bed or playing with toys.
One day he saw a picture of my mom and said "That is Grandma K. She comes to my room at night. We play games. We tell jokes. We laugh together."
My mom passed away years before he was born.
Kids are awesome people.
Anonymous wrote:OP- she's intelligent and imaginative - this was the height of my DS's imaginary friends and play. He used to dress up in Disney dresses, full purse, wig, and strings of beads and sashay around his Catholic preschool- I got a huge kick out of it. At home he insisted that we call him "Pam."
Anonymous wrote:Did someone tell him he needed to wear shoes so he wouldn’t step on a rusty nail? Tetanus shot?