I should start off by giving you some background information before I start my story. I'm a widowed, single mother to one beautiful, intelligent and talkative two year old daughter. Her father, my fiancé passed away unexpectedly in a tragic hit and run shortly after we received the exciting news that we were finally going to be parents.
Our beautiful daughter was born 6 months after my fiancé's passing. She was a normal, bright eyed, happy baby. Her father was a cute Italian boy from Brooklyn, New York. Since I'm from the Adirondack area of upstate New York, I regretted that our daughter would not be exposed to her father's heritage and family traditions. He was very proud of who he was and where he came from. One of the things that I did was put up a full sized poster of the Brooklyn Bridge at night with the Manhattan skyline on the ceiling above my bed. My daughter has always slept in my bed with me.
When she was six months old, like most babies, her first word was "da-da." But the first time she said it, she was lying on my chest looking up at the poster of the Brooklyn Bridge. I didn't think anything of it at the time. I was not like "Whoa! Her dad is here." Nothing. I just didn't give it a second thought since da-da is such a common sound for a baby her age to make. She also used to wave to the blank wall over my shoulder and giggle and coo at apparently nothing. Again, these things were never given a second thought. I just thought she was a happy baby.
The very first time I became aware that she was unique was when she was eight months old. From birth, she had a favorite blanket. It is a mint green baby blanket with satin binding on the edge and a Winnie the Pooh appliqué sewn onto it. She would not go anywhere without her blanket. One day, my mom was holding her and I went to take her and my mother said to me, "Don't forget her Gee Gee." She then handed me the green blanket. I was stunned. I asked my mother where in the world she heard the term Gee Gee. She said that she had never heard it before, but it was so cute that the baby started calling her blanket her Gee Gee. I couldn't believe it. I asked my mother if she knew what my baby's father named his blanket when he was a little boy. She had no clue. He affectionately called his security blanket his "Gee Gee." He was so attached to it, and his mother still has it. His mother now lives in Florida and at that time, had not even seen the baby yet. She does not talk to my mother. There is no way that my mother would have known about my fiancé's Gee Gee.
That is not all. The older my daughter gets and the better that she learns to talk, she reveals many other things about her father that I never told her, or anyone. She even tells me things that I never personally knew about him and then when I call up his mother and ask her... My daughter is always right.
She has full conversations with her daddy and is very much daddy's girl. When we're in bed, she waves goodnight and blows a kiss towards the poster of the Brooklyn Bridge. I have walked in on her bent over, giggling hysterically and when I ask her what in the world is she laughing at, she replies "Daddy's funny! Him so silly mommy!" She even tries to pull the -daddy says yes- card when I tell her that she can't watch TV or go outside. She even oddly pronounces some words with a slight Brooklyn accent. She honestly also uses the phrase "Fuhgeddaboutit" quite frequently. The first time was when she asked for chocolate milk and I told her to be patient and wait until mommy wasn't busy. Several minutes passed and when I told her that I was ready to get her chocolate milk now, she crinkled up her nose and with a definite attitude (just like her dad) said to me, "Fuhgeddaboutit!" Her dad was famous for his dead on Robert DiNero, Joe Pesci, and Tony Soprano impressions. He talked like that anyhow.
I know that many skeptics will be saying "Awe, the poor girl is delusional and is brain washing her daughter because she's still grieving." But I know, and people who spend enough time around us know that my fiancé is very much in our daughter's life. I have many other stories, but very little room here so I will have to share them another time. Thanks for reading and I will post more stories of my daughter and her other "friends" really soon.
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