Terry's 3M's

Wow! This month has gone by so quickly!

My son said to me the other day, "This is just a dream."

When I asked for an explanation, he informed me that his life must be a dream because real moms don't play Super Nintendo. Therefore, since I'm his mom and I play Super Nintendo better than 3 out of the 4 kids in the house, then he must be living in a dream.

I knew that my son was more artistic than practical, but, I hadn't realized that I might have a little philosopher on my hands.

This is not the first time that he has said something unusual. I was very tired one afternoon and wanted to take a nap. John about 9 months old at the time. I told him that he was going to take a nap with me. He said, "No night-night, Mama." I said, "Yes, night-night." The child barely spoke for another two years.

When he did speak again, he told his father, "I was Billy. Then I fell down the stairs and died. Now, I'm Johnny." I tried to get more out of him, but, at 3 years old, he wasn't able to articulate or communicate more.

It did give me something to ponder for several days. You see, one of the miscarriages that I had came about when I fell down a flight of stairs. So, even though I hadn't had a name for the baby I was carrying (I was only about 6 or 7 weeks pregnant at the time), I wondered if the soul of the child I was carrying then was one that was meant to be born of me and came to reside in my son.

This doesn't negate my beliefs as a Christian. I rather think that it expands them. And while I don't believe in abortion as a method of birth control, it is comforting to think that if a soul is meant to be born, it will be.

For me, it also gave new meaning to the old adage: Out of the mouths of babes.

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