I am not one of those people who has really put much (or any) thought into spirits, ghosts, afterlife, paranormal, blah, blah. That’s not me, not my thing.
When I was three years old, I had an imaginary friend named Cutie. My mother tells me Cutie was not a 24/7 friend, but she would pop up some days to play with me. Cutie was tucked in with me at night, had to brush her teeth and get ready for bed, Cutie basically had to do everything I did. Some say imaginary friends are really ghosts or spirits and not a vivid imagination. Do I think I was playing with a ghost? No, I think I needed to be enrolled in a playgroup.
When Sayle was an infant, he used to smile and laugh all the time; I was told by several people the smiles and giggles were the angels whispering in his ear. I like that theory, I think it’s sweet…it definitely beats thinking it is gas. But there have been two incidents where Sayle has exhibited behaviors that definitely cannot be attributed to gas.
I was feeding Sayle in the high chair one afternoon and he kept looking in the living room laughing and grinning. After a bit, my mother and I turned to see what he was laughing at, but nothing was there, just an empty room. We looked at each other, shrugged, and continued chatting. Then we noticed he was tracking something with his eyes so we looked up and again, nothing was there. Whatever he was seeing moved from across the living room ceiling, into the kitchen, and to the backdoor, his eyes never diverted to anything else. It caught his attention twice because a few minutes later he was tracking it across the ceiling again.
The second incident (which prompted this crazy blog) happened on New Years Eve. Sayle refused to go down for a nap. After allowing him to cry it out for a while; I went in his room to rock him. Still not giving in, I decided I would take him to our room to see if he would settle down. I was lying with my back to the wall/closet, facing him, one arm under my pillow and the other around him. He started going into that sleepy daze so I closed my eyes to encourage him to do the same. Approximately three minutes of silence went by and all of a sudden Sayle broke into hysterical giggles. Naturally, I opened one eye to see what was so funny, thinking it is one of the dogs. Sayle was looking over my shoulder towards the closet and laughing in a pattern like someone was playing pee-a-boo with him…like on again/off again laughter. I knew there was nothing behind me so I didn’t move a muscle and just watched him.
After about a minute of the giggles, with his eyes still locked on whatever was so funny, he pointed at me and said, “mommy” like someone was saying, “where is mommy? Show me where mommy is” and he was telling them. Then he pointed to my husband’s side of the bed and said “daddy” several times. Then he continued to say “mommy daddy” while fully engaged in NOTHING visible over my shoulder.
Yes, it freaked me out too so we got out of bed.
I know I sound crazy; watching the scenario play out was crazy, reading this over sounds crazy!
I have googled myself to death looking up information on what children see and a lot of what I found is far-fetched. However, if Sayle was “playing” with a ghost, I’m just hopeful it was my grandmother who passed away the month before he was born. She was very excited to meet him and we were very sad she didn’t get that opportunity, but the family thinks she probably met him before any of us did.
Has your child ever interacted with something that wasn’t there? What are your thoughts on children seeing ghosts and spirits?