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My Daughter Emily was my Grandmother

Blueheart said:
It just came out of her as she pointed up at the streamers and banner we were hanging up on the wall. Then four stunned adults turned to look at her, until one of us, I can't remember who, said, "Is she speaking French?!? I think that's French!" Meanwhile, my toddler just stared at me, waiting for me to respond, so I said something like, "Yeah. We will have a cake too." That answer seemed to satisfy her, so I left it at that.
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It will be interesting to see if she decides to take French later on in school. Do you have a French-English dictionary? That may come in handy.
 
Wow what fascinating memories your daughter has. I enjoyed reading this thread. Also love the french. My daughter seems to have knowledge about other languages and countries etc. beyond her years. I wonder if its past life memories too.
 
twolittleloves said:
Wow what fascinating memories your daughter has. I enjoyed reading this thread. Also love the french. My daughter seems to have knowledge about other languages and countries etc. beyond her years. I wonder if its past life memories too.
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YES. I was going to ask you in the other thread if she has spoken any foreign words or talked about locations, etc. Write it down. People here can help with the research.
 
I would guess it might be PL related. I think "young" souls, who haven't incarnated many times, can be just as intelligent as "old souls" like your daughter, but they are unlikely to possess as much knowledge at an early age.
 
Thank you, twolittleloves. I had some time this morning, so I dug up this thread.


I saw that your oldest was having some trouble with nightmares. Emily did too, only they were night terrors, not just bad dreams. The scary memories will work themselves out eventually, I suspect.
 
I learned something recently about Emily's cousin (mentioned in post #19 in this thread.) I am changing the names below, so I am not sure I can accurately convey just how astounding this new development is to me.


This past year Emily's cousin acquired a new babysitter. The new babysitter's name is Victoria. He calls her Aria.


My Grandmother's name was . . . Something else that she hated. Her siblings called her what she called herself as a young child. She signed her artwork Aria. My grandfather called her Aria.
 
Can you clarify for me, Blueheart? Correct me if I have the relationships wrong. Emily is the reincarnation of your grandma. Her little boy cousin is your grandpa. He is calling the baby-sitter, Victoria, "Aria", which was your grandma's "pet name". That's astonishing. He obviously remembers something. It would be interesting to see how Emily would react to hearing him call Victoria by his name for her!
 
Exactly right! Only, I would say Aria was more than just a pet name. Everyone in her generation called her by that name, rather than her given name. My brother and I, of course, just called her Grandma. (The boy cousin is my brother's child. Sorry! I know these connections must be confusing.) If we ever talked about her in front of him, which I doubt we did, but if so, we would have said Grandma.


Anyway, it is just amazing to me that of all the names in the world, he pulled that one out of a hat. It's sort of archaic and certainly not something a three year old would think of if simply listing women's names or making something up. And, he doesn't call her "Oria." It's Aria, with the vowel change.
 
We recently went home for a wedding, so all of the cousins got to play together for a while. Some things from the visit stood out to me.


1) Emily's cousin asked my dad, his grandpa, weeks in advance if we could all roast marshmallows at a get-together planned the night after the wedding. It was unprompted, and he had never had them or even seen it done before. His father (my brother) when he found out what his son and dad were up to, kept saying how strange it was, and asked him where he got the idea. Emily's cousin's answer?


"I had a dream about it."


"What happened?" I asked.


He shrugged.


"Sounds like a good dream," I commented.


"It was a nightmare," he said.


2) During dinner that night, Emily's cousin jumped up from his seat and came over to me, at another table in another room. It was the only time he had talked to me all night.


"Can the cousins come with me to Wisconsin this summer?"


I had to tell him probably not. It broke my heart.


A little background . . .


My grandparents had a cabin in Wisconsin. We would spend summers there. The last time the family was all together in this place they loved was for their 50th wedding anniversary. We were going to have a bonfire and roast marshmellows, but as families do, there was a lot of fighting instead. The fire pit was never used.


It seems Emily's cousin wants a do-over.
 
I have a wait-and-see attitude, but so far, signs point to yes.


Here's something that made me a little sad. We just got the wedding pictures. At the recessional, Emily's cousin was supposed to walk down the aisle with his little sister and Lilly, followed by Emily and her older sister. I did not see what happened, but with so many little kids involved, there was a mix-up.


The pictures show, Emily's cousin grabbed Emily's hand. So, they walked back down the aisle together, one last time.


Maybe.
 
An Emily update is a bit over due.


I think I mentioned in this thread that my Grandma liked to paint? She would have called it a hobby, but it was more than a hobby to her. She would have liked to be an artist, but in those days, women really had only three options open to them: secretary, nurse, or teacher. She chose teacher. Much of the time, she hated it.


Flash forward to today.


Emily is in second grade. She did a school project where she had to research a profession. She chose illustrator. She said that her art teacher "inspired" her. (Art, unfortunately, is not part of the public school curriculum anymore. We paid for after-school classes.) I think her inspiration came from well before art class, but still, it was sweet nevertheless, and may have given her a much needed healing view of the teaching profession, from the opposite side.
 
Blueheart said:
She chose illustrator. She said that her art teacher "inspired" her. (Art, unfortunately, is not part of the public school curriculum anymore. We paid for after-school classes.)
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That's because Art is not part of the stupid testing they have to do now. The exception would be a magnet or "gifted" school.
 
Thank you for pointing this threat out to me. Hearing all of this was very inspiring. Emily sounds like a normal, well adjusted little lady which gives me hope for my boy and definitely makes me feel less "crazy".


And art not being part of the curriculum anymore makes me sad- and happy that we are settled down in Germany where it still is and little kids do not have to take "the test". No Child Left Behind is awful.


The story about Emily and her cousin makes me think of an instant when my son threw himself at my grandma and exclaimed "My Doris! My Doris!" when she got teary eyed over missing my grandpa.
 
So sweet, McHobbit. The "my" says it all.


Emily did this once when she was three or so. I think I mentioned it somewhere on the forum, but I don't see it in this thread. It must have slipped my mind.


I have a rock that my mom, my grandma, and I found on the shores of a lake when I was very young. It had been worn away by the waves into a heart shape, and my grandma had a thing about hearts, so she kept it. The rock sat on a ledge on the porch of her cabin for many years after that day. When she passed, it came to me.


I put the heart rock on the middle of a bookshelf. When Emily had finally grown tall enough to see what was on that shelf, she exclaimed, all breathless and full of wonder, "It's my heart!" She took it down and held it with both hands like it was fragile.


Love Middle Earth, too, by the way.
 
And that ^ just reminded me of another quirky thing about Emily!


The first shape she learned was, not square, and not circle. Emily identified HEARTS before she learned any other shape.


Funny the things that you forget . . .
 
I have a similar suspicion...


but your story is quite fascinating. I do not have any such confirmation...

Blueheart said:
I have been meaning to post more about my daughter Emily for quite some time, but somehow I just never seemed to get around to it. Her recent comment; "When I was a mommy, I would have worn that dress," has spurred me to start writing some of this stuff down.
There were two instances that stand out in my mind as definitive proof, for me anyway, that Emily was once my grandmother. I have a colonial-era tavern sign that I inherited from my mom's parents. It is basically a pointing hand which I hung above my bedroom door.


Emily was at the stage where she was talking in short sentences, but it was not always clear what she was saying, when she noticed the pointing finger for the first time. She stopped and stared at it for a second, and then excitedly turned to me.


"That's at the top of the stairs!"


I think my heart skipped a beat at this moment. My grandparents had, in fact, hung the sign at the top of their basement stairs, but just to be sure I asked Emily to repeat what she had just said. Again, there was mumbling followed by, "top of our stairs!"


Now, we live in a one floor condo. Emily certainly knew what 'stairs' were at this time, but there is no way that she could have known that when I was a little girl, that sign had hung at the top of a staircase. No way at all . . . unless she had seen it for herself.
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So . . . I was checking this thread to see how it looked after the upgrade, and I realized forgot to mention something Emily did last Christmas.


Emily and Lilly received some little Hello Kitty figures as gifts. Emily named hers "Mellow Kitty" to distinguish her cat from her sister's. Afterwards, I remembered my grandma used to love to play with words too. Crosswords, word searches, play-on-words; she loved all that stuff.


Anyway, while playing, Emily made her cat do all sorts of mellow things - lying on the couch, too tired to reach for the remote, acting spaced out, etc. and Lilly started to get mad that she "wasn't playing right." So, of course, Emily just kept going, making her cat do more and more outrageous "mellow" things. This, too, was my grandma TO THE LIFE. She would subtly prod people, because it amused her to do so, all the while feigning innocence. It was fun to see.
 
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