From the time my son was just a few months old until the time he started kindergarten, he frequently saw things that no one else saw. One evening, I was sitting in our bedroom floor, playing with him when he started looking at the rocking chair behind me - like someone was sitting in it. When I looked, the front of the rocking chair was rocked forward - like someone was sitting in it. When he was old enough to talk, he described my own grandmother to me. There was absolutely no way that he could have ever seen her since she died before I even started to date my husband. My son was able to describe her fully - including her "humped" back - that she was careful to never show in pictures.
My grandmother wasn't the only one who came to see my son - she was just the first he was able to describe. The strangest visitor my son had was "Baby". He had a baby that he played with for years - that no one else could see. The strange thing about "Baby" was that sometimes when my son was riding in the backseat of the car in his child seat, you could almost see two children in the backseat of the car. "Baby" would always just sit beside my son's car seat. I spent months trying to figure exactly who "Baby" was. All of the other people that my son saw were family members - and I could easily figure their identities out once my son was able to talk.
It became clear to me who "Baby" was when my son was about two and a half years old. I had a brother who died before I was born under very similar circumstances that my son was born under. My son and my brother were both in December (around Christmas) and were premature. The same condition caused both of their premature births. Getting back to the story, I took my son to the graveyard where my brother is buried late one afternoon. As soon as I let my son out of his child seat in the backseat of the car, he went to my brother's grave, sat down, and started to talk to the grave marker. When I asked him who he was talking to, he told me that he was talking to "Baby".
"Baby" stayed with us until right before my son started to school. My son still talks about missing "Baby" even though he hasn't seen him in years.
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~~ Amy ~~