Surfing around on the web, I found this amazing story written by “Nicola E”. About 10 years before this story was written, Nicola and another woman met and became best friends while teaching in the same school. Nicola’s friend was pregnant when they met and eventually asked Nicola to be present at the birth. Her friend gave birth to a little boy she named Michael. Tragically a few months later Michael’s mother passed away and Michael was raised by his grandparents.
9 1/2 years later Michael was a student in Nicola’s class. For a poetry writing assignment, Nicola invited her students to “think back to the earliest memories they have. Most students talked about Kindergarten, or perhaps day care, or vague memories of old toys, etc from when they were about 3-4 years old.” But Michael had a different kind of memory. He raised his hand and began to describe watching everyone from the sky, being in his mother’s belly and being with Nicola as she drove to the hospital for his birth! He described details Nicola had never discussed with anyone including how she stopped for gas, asked the attendant for directions to the hospital, and the song playing on the car stereo during the drive.
Then Michael said the most incredible thing – He said that while his “real mom” was in labor, he asked God if I could be his mom because he knew that his “real mom” wouldn’t survive very long, and he was afraid of being alone on Earth. Apparently he was told that he couldn’t have me for his “real mom” but that everything would be OK and he would still get to be around me during his life.
Michael said that he kept begging for me to be his mother. He watched me go down the hallway from the birthing suite to the waiting lounge to make a phone call from a pay phone (true — there was no cell signal in the hospital), and that while I was there I was very cold so I put on a sweater . . . . By this point the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. . . .
Michael concluded by saying that he watched me make the phone call and put on the . . . sweater, and that’s the last thing he remembers. He was born about thirty minutes after I went to the lounge and made that phone call.
Later, I privately said to Michael, “Yes, I was at your birth. How did you know all of that stuff?” His grandparents weren’t at the birth and there was literally no way he would have known any of that. How could he make it up? He said that it’s easy, he just had to think back to his earliest memories. He asked me why I don’t remember being born, too and he said “It’s OK, my life did turn out OK. so don’t worry about not being my mom.”
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