RDP Wednesday: Invisible
This is just a little story about an early Summer day- it was really hot that day- I remember the sky was blue and the Sun was blazing and me and my dogs and my Sister and her daughter, who was just over a year old were in the backyard eating popsicles.
We were talking about other Summers and other hot days when at one point the wind picked up a little.
It was just a little breeze and it wasn’t enough to chase the heat away.
Just then my niece, who was in her stroller, looked up into the sky and started to laugh.
She dropped her popsicle, which of course one of my dogs grabbed, and she kept on laughing. She looked up and her little head went from left to right and then she tried to turn around in her stroller for, I guessed, a better view.
But of what?
She started to kick her feet and she reached up like she was going to catch something and then she laughed some more.
” What’s she looking at? ” I asked my sister. I couldn’t see anything, and I figured it was her baby so maybe she knew.
My sister snuck a peek up into the empty, blue sky and said. ” I don’t see anything. ”
Just then our Mom walked out and handed my niece a little bowl with popsicle bits in it and she said as she walked back into the house ” She’s looking at Sprits.”
There was something so matter of fact in our Mom’s voice that we couldn’t joke or laugh or make light of what she had just said.
I looked up. My Sister looked up. My niece looked up and laughed.
It was a blazing hot Summer day and the little breeze that picked up and blew over our heads wasn’t enough to chase the heat away.
But there was a chill to the air.
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I do think babies and young children are able to see spirits. They are still so new to this world that everyday activities and thoughts haven’t crowded out their innate ability.
I agree with that 100%!
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Such a lovely little story. I hope, hope it is true.
It is true, it was one of those little moments that stay with you.
My niece is now in her twenties and an amazing artist. She has quite the eye
Still has it!!!
Does she remember this happening? Guess not, since she was a baby, but sometimes if families repeat stories enough, it keeps the memory in a baby’s memory as they mature. I remember one thing as a baby and some from ages 2 and 3.
No she doesn’t remember it, but she enjoys hearing us tell the story about that time.
What an amazing story. So simply told. It is chilling and yet beautiful. I really love it.
I wanted to keep it simple because that experience lasted less then five minutes. If I had “fleshed it out” the moment would not have been true.
Thank you so much for reading my story and for the compliment!
Ever so good Anita. Your Mother was right 🙂 🙂