My ten-year-old son blew my mind with a surprising revelation the other day. It was totally out of the blue! He came up to me and said, “You know, Mom, I’ve known you for a really, really long time.” I chuckled and replied, “Well, you’ve known me for ten years, kiddo.” But he shook his head and said, “No, even longer than that.”
Then, he started telling me about how he died in the past. I was taken aback and said, “What do you mean? You’re not dead!” He explained, “No, not now, in a past life.” According to him, he died from thick black smoke that smelled terrible, and it was so hard to breathe. He said he was choking and couldn’t see anything except the dark smoke.
Naturally, I was curious and asked if there was a fire. But he said there was just this dense black smoke all around, making it impossible to breathe properly.
It was both fascinating and a bit unsettling to hear him talk about such things. I tried to comfort him and remind him that he’s safe and sound now. We talked some more, and he shared other snippets of memories from what he called his past life.
I must admit, I’m not sure what to make of it all. It’s mind-boggling to think that my little boy could have such vivid recollections of something from another time. As a parent, it’s both intriguing and a bit unnerving.
For now, I’ll keep an open mind and support him, just like any parent would. After all, childhood is a time of wonder and imagination. Maybe there’s more to it than we can understand right now. And who knows, maybe someday he’ll shed more light on this intriguing past life memory. Until then, I’ll cherish every moment with my amazing, unique son.