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Tuesday
Dec042007
Stuff that scares me...A continuing series
Tuesday, December 4, 2007 at 2:38PM
My middle child scares the crap out of me. It's not just that he makes these faces all the time, 
though that would totally be reason enough. He scares me because I think there's more to him than meets the eye.
When he was a baby, he regularly watched, played with and conversed with a ghost in our house. Stop rolling your eyes at me; I don't believe in ghosts, either. But what I saw, what his godmother saw, it's undeniable. I can't explain it, and that is the creepiest part of all.
My father claims to have had encountered lots of ghosts. We lived in a part of the country that has a good, solid history in the haunting department, and his stories were definitely consistent enough with the historical facts we had on hand as children to achieve their desired affect*, which was either to make believers of us or keep us out of that gross, abandoned house on the corner already.
But this is not about my father, is it? It's about my son. Every Halloween, we play Ouija. Because I like to tempt fate, that's why. We only do it on Halloween. The three of us play together, and the damn thing never works. This year, however, 2of3 and I played alone. And, I kid you not, that thing went nuts. I wasn't pushing it, and 2of3 can't spell all that well just yet; and so, again, I can't explain it, and that is the creepiest part of all.
He is a Pisces, and this sort of thing comes with the territory. It also runs freakishly wild in our family. Both of my grandmothers were into divination to some degree, my dad, well, we covered that, his auntie and godmother are both practicing witches, and I regularly have dreams that come true. But, none of us are like this kid. And my dad is a story-teller, my grandmothers were bat-shit crazy, and the jury's still out on me.
I tell you all of this to tell you this:
I am not a checker-iner on my kids when they sleep. I don't have baby monitors and only once or twice have I ever licked a finger and stuck it by sleeping baby nostrils to check for breathing. I am, however, a tucker-iner. Anyone who falls asleep on my watch gets a blanket on them. Period. Every night, before I go to bed, I stick my head in my kids' rooms to make sure they haven't kicked their blankets off.
This one night, eons ago, I checked on the boys, and they were both covered. I paused by 2of3, because he's the most beautiful thing in the world when he sleeps, and I knelt down by his bed to stare at him for a minute. I didn't touch him, I didn't make a sound. I just sat there, and I thought to myself, "Oh, I love you, kid."
Right then, he rolled over on his side, shot both eyes wide open, and said, "Oh, I love you too, mom." And back to sleep he went.
This could quite possibly be the sweetest story in the history of stories, except that it was the single creepiest thing I have ever seen. He answered my thought exactly the way I thought it. I can't explain it, and that is the creepiest part of all.
(And this whole post is in response to LatteMommy's post the other day, because, sometimes, I'm just not smart enough to figure out how to leave comments. Blonde.)
*SHIT! Is it affect or effect? Affect is the verb, effect is the noun, right? Grammar police, HELP!
though that would totally be reason enough. He scares me because I think there's more to him than meets the eye.When he was a baby, he regularly watched, played with and conversed with a ghost in our house. Stop rolling your eyes at me; I don't believe in ghosts, either. But what I saw, what his godmother saw, it's undeniable. I can't explain it, and that is the creepiest part of all.
My father claims to have had encountered lots of ghosts. We lived in a part of the country that has a good, solid history in the haunting department, and his stories were definitely consistent enough with the historical facts we had on hand as children to achieve their desired affect*, which was either to make believers of us or keep us out of that gross, abandoned house on the corner already.
But this is not about my father, is it? It's about my son. Every Halloween, we play Ouija. Because I like to tempt fate, that's why. We only do it on Halloween. The three of us play together, and the damn thing never works. This year, however, 2of3 and I played alone. And, I kid you not, that thing went nuts. I wasn't pushing it, and 2of3 can't spell all that well just yet; and so, again, I can't explain it, and that is the creepiest part of all.
He is a Pisces, and this sort of thing comes with the territory. It also runs freakishly wild in our family. Both of my grandmothers were into divination to some degree, my dad, well, we covered that, his auntie and godmother are both practicing witches, and I regularly have dreams that come true. But, none of us are like this kid. And my dad is a story-teller, my grandmothers were bat-shit crazy, and the jury's still out on me.
I tell you all of this to tell you this:
I am not a checker-iner on my kids when they sleep. I don't have baby monitors and only once or twice have I ever licked a finger and stuck it by sleeping baby nostrils to check for breathing. I am, however, a tucker-iner. Anyone who falls asleep on my watch gets a blanket on them. Period. Every night, before I go to bed, I stick my head in my kids' rooms to make sure they haven't kicked their blankets off.
This one night, eons ago, I checked on the boys, and they were both covered. I paused by 2of3, because he's the most beautiful thing in the world when he sleeps, and I knelt down by his bed to stare at him for a minute. I didn't touch him, I didn't make a sound. I just sat there, and I thought to myself, "Oh, I love you, kid."
Right then, he rolled over on his side, shot both eyes wide open, and said, "Oh, I love you too, mom." And back to sleep he went.
This could quite possibly be the sweetest story in the history of stories, except that it was the single creepiest thing I have ever seen. He answered my thought exactly the way I thought it. I can't explain it, and that is the creepiest part of all.
(And this whole post is in response to LatteMommy's post the other day, because, sometimes, I'm just not smart enough to figure out how to leave comments. Blonde.)
*SHIT! Is it affect or effect? Affect is the verb, effect is the noun, right? Grammar police, HELP!
Reader Comments (16)
My mom has a whole story about how my sister saw an angel when she was little. It freaks my mom out to this day.
Oh, and babe, it's effect. It created someTHING, and that THING is a noun. You were right on that part.
Lisa
Whoa - creepy. Now I'm going to be all paranoid when I go in to check on the kiddies. Stuff like that gives me the heebie-jeebies!
i have the hardest time remember the affect/effect rule so, i just use whichever one i didn't use on the last post...works for me! ;)
anyway...scary stuff. i think i'd have to move...he's like the kid in 6th Sense...he sees dead people...all the time...YIKES!
he's really cute, though! so, maybe the girls will overlook that little fact, when he gets older.
love your blog...and love the name of your blog...only, i'll have tequila in my sippy cup, please!
He IS really cute, isn't he?
Oh my, the printed word TEQUILA makes me sick to my tum. Seriously. You can have all of it!
My boy, Benny, is kinda like that too. I need to go ahead and blog about it someday. But, it's downright scary at times. He hasn't had any predictions lately, but I'm waiting.
God, can't you like move to Atlanta already?
There is a not-so-low chance that we may. Soonish. And that's all I'm saying about that for now.
Sure, sure. Suggest coffee with me, and then move to another country. I won't take *that* personally or anything...
;)
Umm, first off, ATLANTA?? You whore! (Just kidding. I have family back east. We can totally make this work.) Also, I have an uncanny ability to recognize this "gift" in kids. I'm not sure why or how. All I can say is-- from pics? He's got it. And I totally believe in ghosts. I can tell you when a place is haunted.
I dated a guy for a few months. His mom, his little brother and he all saw ghosts, felt stuff, etc.
I never believed until I left my ring (from a previous bad relationship) on the kitchen window ledge. When his mom picked it up to hand it over, she dropped it like it was on fire. She could feel everything from that bad relationship right there.
From that moment on, I really believe that certain people do have the ability to see. Looks like your son is one of them.
that is creepy! I am too chicken to play with a one of those boards.
I do believe in ghosts...we had one in our home in KS. I saw him once in the basement.
Hey, first time reader from Lattemom and I got to say... love your blog.
Great post, I can't wait to see what he does next. You got yourself a new reader!
I have a few freaky ghosts stories - still creeps me out thinking about them. And my LM talks to people who aren't there all the time...FREAKY even if they aren't real.
E-ffect.
I'm a Pisces. It's all true. My grandma bumped into me one day at work. Yeah, she'd died the month before. Make somethin' of it?
(although I've lived over a funeral home and got nada. weird.)
Affect is to have an influence on, effect is to make a change. One is almost nearly, the other completely occured.
My mother use to do freaky stuff like that to me also.
First time here. First entry I read.
Now I am scared of your kid too. ;)
Not surprised. If anyone could handle parenting a "gifted" kid, it's you.