I had my heart officially grab my throat and hop in to my mouth as my eyes almost popped out my head from the shock.
There are revelations being seen… actually heard. And it’s all coming from my 7-year-old daughter.
I’m not one to brush off my kids when they tell me that they’d seen/heard/felt something. I don’t make a huge deal. But I don’t get to where I just tell them to stop lying/playing games.
I almost cried this morning when I realized what I had. It was truly a light-bulb moment.
As I was cleaning my daughter’s ears (we got new piercings 3 weeks ago), she opened up to me, just talking as if she’s making small talk.
At one point, I had to pause and I listened intently.
She says that she sometimes talks to and plays with a little girl GHOST.
She said that she is about 7 (or 8) years old.
She cannot (the girl ghost) cannot talk, is scared and lonely.
She wants us to be her family.
The girl ghost sometimes DOES giggle.
The girl ghost has moved a puzzle piece of her’s.
Needless to say I was having my heart pound. She described things that I have not (nor has my husband) told ANY of my kids. Especially her.
I’m now more than ever feeling that we (my husband and I) made a mistake. We did NOT lose a boy, Michael. We lost a girl! But the baby was so far decayed in my womb, there was no way of knowing for certain at the time of the D&C.
I have a STRONG feeling it was her breaking that boot salt shaker. It was her that threw that rock at the door to get our attention.
It was her giggling as my husband watched TV that day (and he even said it sounded like a girl’s giggle).
My daughter…. She wants us to know she is with us. She wants to interact with us. She wants us to know she is here and is still a part of our family. She wants to know she is still loved, thought of and wanted.
Only, it took her little sister to make the confirmation for me. Now, I more than ever wish to do some EVP work (both with just having the recorder run overnight, and with us asking questions and letting her communicate).
But I am scared to hear her voice and hear what she has to say. I’ve moved on with my life. I can’t understand her need for wanting to be here. I held on to her for 2 years. But I learned to move on and let go, knowing (at least I thought so) she was with my mother until it’s time for her and I to be reunited.