Here are some notes on things my 4 year old son, Augie, has been saying over the past couple of years......
When Augie was 1 1/2 to 2 yrs old, his dad was changing his diaper, and Augie said very simply, "when I was your age, I used to change YOUR diaper." This is the first time he said was something unusual. When my son was born in Dec, 1995, he was named for my husband's father, Grandpa Augie, who died June, 1994. He mentioned several times over the following months that he used to do things "when I was your age" or "when I was big".
Now and then, when Augie (we call him "Gus" also) meets someone for the first time, he often says, "Hi! I'm Gus. I used to be Grandpa Augie." I think he is selective about who he says this to, but I can't be sure.
Recently I asked, "when you were Grandpa Augie, did you own a store?" I thought he would perhaps describe the business Grandpa owned when he died, but his answer was, "Yep! I owned a grocery store." His grandpa had in fact owned a grocery store many, many years before.
Augie was sitting in the backseat of the car playing with a new toy which had a propeller on it, and he said very excitedly, "Hey! When I was Grandpa Augie, I used to invent things! I invented propeller shoes!" My husband confirmed that, yes, his dad had indeed invented something with propellers, but it was a backpack type of thing made to look like a jet pack. Augie answered back, "well, I made the shoes in the garage when you weren't looking." Grandpa Augie was forever tinkering in his garage--his favorite place to invent things.
At a restaurant last week, Augie whispered to me..."ya know mom, I have an imaginary friend." Me: "you do? what's your imaginary friend's name?" Augie: "uh...his name is Augie, like my name!" Me: "Oh...how old is Augie?" Augie: "He's like a man." Me: "oh, what color is his hair?" Augie: "white." Me: "Where is he?" Augie: (points at the empty chair across from us) "He's right there!" Me: "what's he doing here?" Augie: (he leans in and whispers in my ear) "He's having dinner with us!" Later, Augie mentions that his imaginary friend had to go home, because "I'M Grandpa Augie, y'know".
My husband was getting breakfast for Augie one morning, and Augie insisted that he mix two kinds of cereal together. His Grandpa always ate his cereal that way.
Me: "Did you have any brothers and sisters when you were Grandpa Augie?" Augie: "yeeesss...(laughing) my sister turned into a fish!" Me: "How did that happen?? Who turned her into a fish?" Augie: "Some bad guys. She died." (Note: Grandpa did have a sister, who was murdered, and her body was dumped into the San Francisco Bay and never found. Grandpa could not eat fish for a long time because of that awful tragedy). Augie: (he says this like it's the coolest thing ever) "when we die, God lets us come back again! I used to be big, and now I'm a kid again!!"
Whenever I ask Augie something about Grandpa Augie, little Augie always replies very insistently, "Moooom, I'M Grandpa Augie!"
I believe that my father-in-law has returned in the form of my son, and I believe he has a very specific reason for choosing to do so. When my husband was growing up (and all through his adult life), his father worked so hard that he didn't have time to "love" his son. Now, every morning, little Augie gets up insists, first thing, that he has "snuggle time" with his dad. It is a very important and special time they share every morning.
I have been meaning to do a search on children and past lives, and I believe tonight I've hit the jackpot, so to speak! I do plan to purchase the book in the near future. I continue to be amazed by my son, and it's so very interesting to read others' stories, too. Thanks for this forum!
Cathy
When Augie was 1 1/2 to 2 yrs old, his dad was changing his diaper, and Augie said very simply, "when I was your age, I used to change YOUR diaper." This is the first time he said was something unusual. When my son was born in Dec, 1995, he was named for my husband's father, Grandpa Augie, who died June, 1994. He mentioned several times over the following months that he used to do things "when I was your age" or "when I was big".
Now and then, when Augie (we call him "Gus" also) meets someone for the first time, he often says, "Hi! I'm Gus. I used to be Grandpa Augie." I think he is selective about who he says this to, but I can't be sure.
Recently I asked, "when you were Grandpa Augie, did you own a store?" I thought he would perhaps describe the business Grandpa owned when he died, but his answer was, "Yep! I owned a grocery store." His grandpa had in fact owned a grocery store many, many years before.
Augie was sitting in the backseat of the car playing with a new toy which had a propeller on it, and he said very excitedly, "Hey! When I was Grandpa Augie, I used to invent things! I invented propeller shoes!" My husband confirmed that, yes, his dad had indeed invented something with propellers, but it was a backpack type of thing made to look like a jet pack. Augie answered back, "well, I made the shoes in the garage when you weren't looking." Grandpa Augie was forever tinkering in his garage--his favorite place to invent things.
At a restaurant last week, Augie whispered to me..."ya know mom, I have an imaginary friend." Me: "you do? what's your imaginary friend's name?" Augie: "uh...his name is Augie, like my name!" Me: "Oh...how old is Augie?" Augie: "He's like a man." Me: "oh, what color is his hair?" Augie: "white." Me: "Where is he?" Augie: (points at the empty chair across from us) "He's right there!" Me: "what's he doing here?" Augie: (he leans in and whispers in my ear) "He's having dinner with us!" Later, Augie mentions that his imaginary friend had to go home, because "I'M Grandpa Augie, y'know".
My husband was getting breakfast for Augie one morning, and Augie insisted that he mix two kinds of cereal together. His Grandpa always ate his cereal that way.
Me: "Did you have any brothers and sisters when you were Grandpa Augie?" Augie: "yeeesss...(laughing) my sister turned into a fish!" Me: "How did that happen?? Who turned her into a fish?" Augie: "Some bad guys. She died." (Note: Grandpa did have a sister, who was murdered, and her body was dumped into the San Francisco Bay and never found. Grandpa could not eat fish for a long time because of that awful tragedy). Augie: (he says this like it's the coolest thing ever) "when we die, God lets us come back again! I used to be big, and now I'm a kid again!!"
Whenever I ask Augie something about Grandpa Augie, little Augie always replies very insistently, "Moooom, I'M Grandpa Augie!"
I believe that my father-in-law has returned in the form of my son, and I believe he has a very specific reason for choosing to do so. When my husband was growing up (and all through his adult life), his father worked so hard that he didn't have time to "love" his son. Now, every morning, little Augie gets up insists, first thing, that he has "snuggle time" with his dad. It is a very important and special time they share every morning.
I have been meaning to do a search on children and past lives, and I believe tonight I've hit the jackpot, so to speak! I do plan to purchase the book in the near future. I continue to be amazed by my son, and it's so very interesting to read others' stories, too. Thanks for this forum!
Cathy
