An Invisable Friend?

Does your child have a friend you cannot see? Talking about seeing a beloved family member who has died? Ah! You are so blessed! You have a child who has “the gift”!

The young are seeing, hearing, sensing with untainted eyes and a mind that has yet to be biased through age and what their family members and peers say and think. You were chosen to be their parent for a reason: to help guide them with this amazing ability they have. If you, yourself, have this ability – wonderful! If you do not; well, this is a learning experience for you.

Please do not ever tell your child that what they see/hear/sense/smell is not real. The main thing to do is LISTEN to them. Listen when they tell you their experience. Ask questions, such as “Did it scare you?”, “What did you say to her/him?”, and “How do you feel about it?” These are all important. It validates for them that you believe in them. Sit with your child as they share their experience with you. Look into their eyes. No matter how uncomfortable you are with this, you need to do it.

Your children need to know that you believe in them, they aren’t crazy, and that you’ll do whatever you can to help them. If you yourself do not have this gift, or do not have the answers for them, please do what you can to find someone who does. Ask them to talk with your child. There is so much peace brought with knowing that you are not alone in seeing spirit. And having someone who can help to guide our young? Priceless.

I was raised with a “matter-of-fact” mother. She was to the point and direct. It was rare to get a story behind a fact. When I was very young and asked who was walking around every night and coming in to see my brother and I, she said it was my grandfather. I asked why, and she said he died shortly before I was born, and always talked about how he couldn’t wait to see his granddaughter. Oh, okay. A few years later my great uncle passed away, and when I told my mom that he was in my room the night before, she just said, “yes, he’s here visiting.” It was just a few days later when a friend was over, and she smelled something when we entered the living room and asked what it was. I told her it was my uncle’s pipe. “Is your uncle here?”, she asked. I said he’s right there in the chair. After a back and forth conversation, I realized she really couldn’t see him. Hmmm…very strange. After she left, I told my mom about what happened. She told me that this wasn’t something we talked about outside the family.

It was then that I knew I was different. It was then I began my silence about it. I was six years old. Oh, there were a few close friends as I grew up and in junior high and high school that I felt I could hint about my gift or even outright tell. I always let my intuition guide me on that.

Looking back, I am glad that my mother at least acknowledged what was going on, and that I knew she also could see spirit. However, I do wish she spoke more about it, and guided me more. I do know now, as an adult, she was only doing what she learned from her mom. As I learned that this was something passed on through the women of the generations, I vowed that I would be different when I had children. I had to do more, say more, teach more. And learn more myself.

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