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Children who remember BEING MOM or DAD

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My son could be my father

One thing I can say from my experience. If you happen to die... and you expect to be born again, this has to occur in the same very place or not far from the place of the baby conception and the place of death just like it is your case, Bronwyn. My case is that I happened to pass away in my own house which was from my present birth conception house just around the corner to the left, one block down the street on to the right and getting close to the next corner is where my former house lied. This is where I just passed away. I guess the case could be the same with your father and your son. Good Luck !! ;)
 
i was my moms mother

A few nights ago i was talking with my brother about my little brother. I was telling her that that mornig i was walking past Matthews room and he souded like a grown man. Mom said that i did the same thing when i was younger. She said that one day when i was 3 or 4 i walked up to her and said "i was here before" and that i said that but i was her mommy. Tell me what yall think please. Do you think its possible that i could have been my mothers mom before she had me??????


Michelle
 
and i noticed that itry to protect my mom and allways hug her and stay close to her and i'm 16 now...
 
Hi, Bzar! :)

As long as your grandmother had died before you were born, you could definitely be your mother's mother incarnate (or your own grandmother!). Another option is that you had been her mother ages ago, in a past life that both of you shared (as in, not in your mother's current lifetime).

I have also been my mother's mom at one point. She has also been my wife, sister, etc. We have a long history together! :)

"and i noticed that itry to protect my mom and allways hug her and stay close to her and i'm 16 now..."

Oh, I'm 22 and am STILL like that! :) I live part time in Europe, and we speak twice a day, guaranteed. When I am home, I hug & kiss her when I arrive and leave, etc. When I'm there in the morning or at night, I stretch out beside her in bed and we just talk and enjoy being together. We are very close; always have been. As a child, I even "drove" my father out of their bed. I kept waking in the middle of the night, wedging myself between them, and eventually, my dad got his "own" bed. *Lol* My first day of school, I cried all the way there and held on to the door knob with all of my strength just because I couldn't bear the thought of her being without me (I always felt like I had to take care of her; that she couldn't do anything without me. Why I don't know; she is the most amazing, independant woman!).

One of the memories that still sticks with me is laying on her back (when I was 4 or so) and watching the Young and the Restless with her every day at 11:00 and then again at 4:00 (I remember small details! *Lol*).

I have a 3 year old son, and already, our relationship parallels the one I have with my mother. He is always cuddling me, telling me how beautiful I am ("You are a beautiful mamma" is what I hear, guaranteed, every single day. He is just fantastic! :D .). Even at 1 1/2, he would crawl out of his crib, rest his head on my calf, and "cuddle" my leg (basically, just lightly rubbing his hand on my calf). He already feels like he needs to take care of me, why I don't know. He even tells me that he and I were married before, and you know, I wouldn't doubt it! I'm so thankful to be so close to my little guy, and I only hope we are as close when he is my age as I am with my mamma... :)

So don't worry, Bzar; there's nothing odd about being so close and loving your mamma so much (and if there is, so what?! We obviously chose good mothers this time around!)

Jen. :)
 
I don't think necessarily that your grandma needed to die before you were born. Remember that linear time does not exist--it is a man-made construct, so we could be leading parallel or over-lapping lives.
 
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