As I am sure some moms and dads of little boys can agree, boys can be little jackasses. Mine can be a monster. A rascal. It can be exhausting. But he is also smart. Really freaking funny and very entertaining. He is only 6 years old so I have no idea what is in store for us in the years to come.
My son and I have talked about heaven and we have also talked about reincarnation. I am spiritual and have an open mind to all possibilities. I hope my kids will be the same. But for some reason, the thought of reincarnation brings me peace about why my son is the way he is. I have been told since he was a newborn, that he is an old soul, that he is wise beyond his years, that he is an old man trapped in a child’s body. And I see evidence of that all the time. I asked him one time when he was 3 years old, “What planet are you from son?” And he replied without hesitation, “The orange one.” I am regularly stunned, amazed and at awe by this little being that came into my life.
He comes across as a know-it-all. It seems arrogant and annoying. And I worry that he is going to frustrate a lot of people in his life. But there may be more to it than him just wanting to know everything (or what appears to be acting to know everything). Maybe he does know something we don’t.
When something is extremely thought provoking and intriguing to him, he goes into a blank stare almost trance like state and my family and I laugh that his little brain is processing information at a different rate than what other people do.
We saw two helicopters in the sky yesterday, they were big ones, like something you would see in the army. So I said, “Those look like army helicopters!” He looked out the window and said, “They are army helicopters because there are two of them and army helicopters always fly in twos.”
WHAA??? My initial reaction is that I want to punch him in the face. How can he possibly know that? I am 31 years old and I have never heard that before. How can a 6 year old (who probably doesn’t even know what the “army” is) know that army helicopters fly in twos? But then I stopped myself (I have stopped myself on many occasions from punching my son in the face, probably not the best way to handle the situation). But how do I truly know that he doesn’t know that? Who am I to say he is right or wrong. How does he know if he is right or wrong. And what does it really matter?
Could you imagine being a wise old soul brought back onto this planet for another go around, starting all over again, as a child, where no one ever takes you seriously? It would be frustrating and exhausting.
So this little soul has been brought into my life, and I strongly believe he is here to teach me something about myself. I often think, if reincarnation is a possibility, my son would have been loved and cared for by other souls. He would have meant something to someone. I feel like it is my responsibility to also care and love for him in this lifetime, wholly, completely and unconditionally for the beautiful soul that he is. Even if that soul is a little jackass sometimes.