posted on Apr, 28 2013 @ 09:43 AM
I can't say that I'm a confirmed believer in reincarnation, however I do think that there may indeed be something of substance to it, but to what
degree, I can't say.
I was present for the birth of my fourth grandchild, a girl. My daughter's pregnancy had been unproblematic, and the delivery, while induced, was
routine, however my granddaughter immediately at her birth gave us some very tense moments as she was not responding appropriately. She was extremely
lethargic, her APGAR scores very low, and was having difficulty taking her first few breaths. With a pediatric crash cart on standby the medical staff
worked with her, rubbing her chest, tummy and back, and suctioning the mucous from her airways.
After what felt like an eternity she gave a weak whimper and began to pinken up. As the nurses bundled her in a blanket, she turned her head and her
eyes met mine. I can not put into words the impact that I felt at that precise moment. In my life I have fallen in love with a man with whom I've
shared 25+ years of marriage and have borne five children of my own, and as memorable as each of those moments of initial eye contact were, not a
single one of them hold a candle to that second we shared. That baby and I just stared at one another, mesmerized. We would probably still be doing so
had not a nurse come between us and began to clean her up properly. I turned to my eldest daughter who was also present and said, 'That child has an
old soul.' She looked at me as if I had suddenly declared I was going to crowned the empress of China.
My granddaughter just turned five a week ago, but nothing in the past five years has done anything to alter my opinion one iota. She has verbal skills
far beyond any other five year old I've ever met, has a vocabulary that some high schoolers would be hard pressed to match, an attitude and demeanor
that is more in line with a woman in her thirties, is quite comfortable in her computer skills (which even at my age is something I can't boast of),
shows an interest in a variety of music and dance which I don't normally associate with children that age, gets frustrated easily if other family
members don't readily grasp the concept or idea she is trying to get across, and speaks frequently of 'when I was a little girl.'
Her mother both attends college and works during the day, so we spend a great deal of time together. As an infant i would rock her and we would just
get lost in staring at one another. She rarely blinked when very small. Quite often now, we have discussions which I don't consider typical of that
between a five year old and someone of my age. Just recently she described to me how she had been on a safari in Africa. She had told me of lions,
giraffes, elephants, great herds of deer with sharp horns (I took this to mean gazelles or wildebeests), savannas of grasslands and mountains in the
distance. Needless to say, not a single member of my family has ever visited Africa, much less been on safari.
I apologize for being so long-winded but to conclude with the most recent instance we've shared, about three weeks ago we were engaged in a tickle
match, a game she adores, and it appeared that she was ready to concede, she called a time out (a known strategy of hers employed to regroup and make
a fresh attack). Rather than the full frontal assault I anticipated she looked very seriously at me and announced matter of factly , 'I knew you when
you were a little girl, Granny.' The hair literally stood on end on my neck. I answered, 'Oh, really...and what was I like when I was a little
girl?' She replied, 'Well, you were a lot smaller than now, you had long dark hair, you were skinny, and you hated to be tickled.'
All true! As a child, I would have been smaller. I wear my greying hair not quite collar length now, but as a child I had dark hair to my waist. I was
abysmally skinny (I was actually blown off an aunt's porch by a severely strong gust of wind once), and I loathed being tickled to such a degree that
over the years I've schooled myself to not react to being tickled in order to avoid further such treatment.
If my granddaughter is indeed a return visitor to this dimension and did encounter me as a child, I have combed my memory for anyone, family member or
not, that might match with some of the tales and experiences she has related to me, and so far, I've come up empty. Quite honestly, I'm not sure I
really want to make that match or have that type of confirmation because in a way I feel that it might take away from the beautifully unique child
that has me wrapped around her finger.
Thanks for allowing me to share and a huge Star and Flag for this lovely thread!