Reincarnation and Other Pondering
Recently Ryan looked up at me, out of the blue, and declared, "Mommy, I died a long time ago."
Me: WHAT???
Ryan: Well, before I was born. I died a long time ago. You know. Before I was born.
I could literally feel the inferred "DUH" at my inability to keep up with what he was saying.
And that was that. I felt like I saw the origin of the concept of reincarnation. And it makes sense. He needs some way to explain the fact that there was time before he was born. I was here. Hari was here. Colin and Sydney were here. Where was he?
I'm always amazed at how he comes at things from a different angle. Different from Colin. Different from what Hari or I might have thought of. I can guarantee I wasn't thinking about the time before I was born when I was three.
And he really does think about things. The other night as he was falling asleep I saw he was chewing on his fingernails. Again. (A lovely habit he recently picked up. SIGH) I went to take his fingers out of his mouth and he got really mad at me. "Mommy, STOP IT. I was thinking!"
What was he thinking? What mysteries of the universe was he pondering? I have no clue. He wouldn't talk to me beyond his initial admonition. Clearly he was busy. So leave him alone, dag-nabbit.
Not to say that he isn't goofy. Ryan can be as wack-a-doodle as they come, but if he's serious about something WATCH OUT!
Me: WHAT???
Ryan: Well, before I was born. I died a long time ago. You know. Before I was born.
I could literally feel the inferred "DUH" at my inability to keep up with what he was saying.
And that was that. I felt like I saw the origin of the concept of reincarnation. And it makes sense. He needs some way to explain the fact that there was time before he was born. I was here. Hari was here. Colin and Sydney were here. Where was he?
I'm always amazed at how he comes at things from a different angle. Different from Colin. Different from what Hari or I might have thought of. I can guarantee I wasn't thinking about the time before I was born when I was three.
And he really does think about things. The other night as he was falling asleep I saw he was chewing on his fingernails. Again. (A lovely habit he recently picked up. SIGH) I went to take his fingers out of his mouth and he got really mad at me. "Mommy, STOP IT. I was thinking!"
What was he thinking? What mysteries of the universe was he pondering? I have no clue. He wouldn't talk to me beyond his initial admonition. Clearly he was busy. So leave him alone, dag-nabbit.
Not to say that he isn't goofy. Ryan can be as wack-a-doodle as they come, but if he's serious about something WATCH OUT!
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