My little boy just turned two very recently and let's just say that I am a natural skeptic and an atheist.
We recently went back to the house where my mother grew up and my son said something that really gave me a pause. First he recognized that what is now a parking lot used to be grass but I did not think much of it but assumed that I or my mother told him. Then he began insisting that his "doggie" was buried where there are now a group of brushes. He asked him what the doggie's name was and when he gave the name of my mothers dog I almost fell over. I'm so so sure that we never told him the dogs name. Now my mother did have a dog that died in 1980. So I took her back there and asked where the dog had been buried without telling her what my son said and she pointed out that area.
He does not have any nightmares etc. and is pretty much just a normal kid. Though I am wondering if his severe fear of doctors and hospitals could be a leftover from his past life? I have been told that this fear is "normal" in toddlers but he has had it all his life starting the first time I took him to the pediatricians as he was born at home. We did visit the hospital that my grandfather died in when he was a few months old and he was inconsolable the entire time we were there. I thought that maybe he wasn't feeling well but the moment we pulled out of that parking lot he drifted off peacefully.
My grandmother still has clothing of my grandfathers in the closet and upon seeing it my son insisted that the clothes were his. He has also taken to calling my grandmother "Doris" which I though he just picked up somewhere. But then again, this kid doesn't even get the concept that my name isn't mommy and nobody he is around would call my grandmother Doris.
I never thought much of the incidents above but now with this recent occurrence it really makes me wonder if my son is in fact my grandfather. As far as I am aware, I did not have any past life memories. Though some things about my own childhood now make me wonder, too (I might post about this at some point).
Needless to say, I am creeped out and wondering what exactly I should do now? Leave him alone? I do not want to prod to much and potentially cause harm.
We recently went back to the house where my mother grew up and my son said something that really gave me a pause. First he recognized that what is now a parking lot used to be grass but I did not think much of it but assumed that I or my mother told him. Then he began insisting that his "doggie" was buried where there are now a group of brushes. He asked him what the doggie's name was and when he gave the name of my mothers dog I almost fell over. I'm so so sure that we never told him the dogs name. Now my mother did have a dog that died in 1980. So I took her back there and asked where the dog had been buried without telling her what my son said and she pointed out that area.
He does not have any nightmares etc. and is pretty much just a normal kid. Though I am wondering if his severe fear of doctors and hospitals could be a leftover from his past life? I have been told that this fear is "normal" in toddlers but he has had it all his life starting the first time I took him to the pediatricians as he was born at home. We did visit the hospital that my grandfather died in when he was a few months old and he was inconsolable the entire time we were there. I thought that maybe he wasn't feeling well but the moment we pulled out of that parking lot he drifted off peacefully.
My grandmother still has clothing of my grandfathers in the closet and upon seeing it my son insisted that the clothes were his. He has also taken to calling my grandmother "Doris" which I though he just picked up somewhere. But then again, this kid doesn't even get the concept that my name isn't mommy and nobody he is around would call my grandmother Doris.
I never thought much of the incidents above but now with this recent occurrence it really makes me wonder if my son is in fact my grandfather. As far as I am aware, I did not have any past life memories. Though some things about my own childhood now make me wonder, too (I might post about this at some point).
Needless to say, I am creeped out and wondering what exactly I should do now? Leave him alone? I do not want to prod to much and potentially cause harm.