When my son was 2 we were on our way home from the store,as we turned on to a road with a view of some farm land on this light sloped hill we could see a tracter plowing through a piece of farm land. All of the sudden my son matter of factly told me about" his mommy before I was his mommy." He in great detail (for a small child) said "Mommy, before you were my Mommy, I lived in that house thats on fire on that hill." Then he pointed to the tracter and said,"thats what the fire looked like." This was years ago and I brushed it off as make-believe. He told me about his big yellow dog that his mommy had who also died in the fire." He gave me details untill we got home. I wish I would have written down everything he said. as soon as we walked in the house his attention quickly was on his toys at home and he never said another word about it. A few years ago I was watching a talk show with Syilvia Brown. She was talking about past lives, and durring the discussing children and how kids between 1 1/2--5 have been documented, sharing memories about past lives giving details of things that were from the past. Things they have no way of knowing.........just saying..
I babysat my granddaughter over the weekend. She is 2 yrs old. On Saturday afternoon she insisted that I give her a "tennis shoe". I was totally stumped. What is a “tennis shoe” in baby language? Nothing I offered her was what she wanted. She started to cry after a while. (Of course I felt as if I could join her out of frustration for not understanding.)
In the end I asked her to show me what she wanted. She took my hand and went straight to my bedroom and my box of tissues on the bedside table. She wanted a tissue!
The summer of 1998 my oldest son Evan was just turning 2. As a 2 year old he wanted to do more and more "big boy" things everyday. One afternoon we were at a summer lunch program that fed kids everyday , as well as hosted activitys ,like arts ,and craft's, and story time ,as well as other fun things to do. I had just had my brand new baby Brandon ,and I was rather busy with the 2 boys,and my 5 year old Daughter Korrin. After we finished eating one afternoon my "big boy " Evan needed to use the bathroom before we went to activity time. Evan had been pretty much 100% potty trained, with almost no accidents durring the day. This day he didnt want to use the 'ew...girls' restroom with mommy,like we usaully did when we were out and about. I decieded it would be fine for him to use the boys room ,and get some expierence under his belt so to speak. This was a school rest room,so I Knew he could reach everything He needed,plus I was right outside the door,incase something went wrong......I thought at the very worst he might get his hands messy and need help washing........I didnt see this coming.....
I waited outside the boys restroom while Evan took care of buissness. Durring my wait more boys would go into the bathroom and then they would come out.......Evan seemed to be taking his time. once I was sure the rest room was clear of all other children I went in to investigate. What could he be doing? Playing in the sink? Picking his nose? ......uh..... no. when I got into the rest room and saw my "big boy" It took everything I had not to pee my own pants laughing. Not to mention upsetting Evan. Poor Evan had a frown on his face and I could see he had been hard at work trying to figure out how to solve the issue at hand. While going potty ,Ev had realized he had to go poop too. So as soon as he finished up potting in the urinal, he took his shorts and underware off ,and then sat down in the urinal! When he finished ,he realized he was a bit messy,with squished poo all over his cute little buns.When I came into the bathroom, I could see he was in deep thoughts about how to handle this situation like a big boy, what would a big boy do?
In 2000, When my son was 2 I was painfully jarred out of a dead sleep. I woke up and realized id just been pegged in the head with a new unopend brick of cheese. I looked up holding my head to find my youngest standing there with a knife, saying in his raspy little voice"I want cheese".
On one Fourth of July my grandchildren were playing with sparklers while the four oldest were running make their little circles and such my son looked over at my four year old grand daughter and ask; what are you doing? She looked up holding her sparkler to the bare spot on the ground and said i'm burning the devil i know his down there.