When I was pregnant with Jameson and nearly ready to deliver I had a dream where my Grandma Nina came and spoke to me. She had passed 8 years earlier. She told me that I would be having a little baby boy (we didn't find out the sex with that pregnancy either) and in heaven he was called "Owen" or "Owie" for short. She also explained that he was a lot of fun and they [Grandma Nina and Papa Smirl] had been busy teaching him many things. A few weeks later "The Boy" was born and while we did not name him Owen, I believe he has been 'the fun' that she spoke of as well as little things I've observed over the years that I know must have come from my maternal grandparents, e.g. her love of cheese, her stretching/flexibility, my Papa's arm that can throw a serious baseball.
That's why I've waited and waited to have Grandma Nina return to give me some detail of this little one we are now expecting. I finally had a dream about this baby. However it did not include Grandma Nina; it did not include anything familiar. It was more one of those dreams that make little sense and seem to come in a restless slumber.
My baby was a boy which is the opposite of what everyone has predicted. He also had dark hair and curiously enough seemed to have an Asian look to him. Hmmm? Other than I've always wanted to adopt a Chinese little baby girl, not sure where this part came from. Regardless, the baby was likely 8 or 9 months old and seemed to have been born at this age. He did fit right in with our little family and I began feeding him and diapering him with the supplies I have ready to go.
Inspiration may have come with my first prenatal dream...not so sure this about this one.
2 comments:
That is funny! Can't wait to find out. Maybe you'll have a little brown haired Jameson...
Can't wait to see the new little Long, boy or cute, blonde or brunette!
I'll have to tell you about my dream with my mom sometime... the one I waited and waited for... hmmm not so worth waiting for.
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