Blog By mariam | 26-07-19
Salman Khan Is All Set To Become Mama For The Second Time
My mom died when I was 19. When I’m having a bad day, I often find myself wishing I had my mom to talk to. I was having one of said days when I was putting the girls I babysit to sleep. Before I left the room, the 4-year-old sits up and says, “[My name], there’s a face behind your face.”
I asked her for clarification. “What do you mean there’s a face behind my face?”
“There’s a lady standing behind you,” she said, “and her head is on your shoulder.”
“What does she look like?” I asked her. “She looks like you but a lot older,” she responded.
People had always told me how much I looked like my mom.
When our dog died, without us yet having properly attempted to explain death, our then two years old said, “All her thoughts left her body.”
When my niece was 3, she covered up my head with a blanket and held it down. I moved my head out where I could see her. She said, “You can’t come out” and smothered me again. I laughed and said, “Why?” She gritted her teeth and angrily said, “Because I don’t want you to.”
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When I was little, my grandfather, whom I called Pop Pop, always promised to take me fishing. Things always came up, or I wasn’t in town to go with him when he went, etc. He died when I was 7 and I never had a chance to go fishing. I had never gone fishing, and have not since he died either.
Fast forward 20 years, my wife and I have a 3-year-old daughter. I’ve never spoken to her about my Pop Pop, and I’ve never talked about him in front of her. I haven’t brought him up to anyone since before my daughter was born. One day, I’m off work and at home with my daughter and she’s in her room. Suddenly, she comes running into the living room where I’m sitting, and says the following:
Her: Daddy, we have to go fishing! (We don’t live near a lake or anything so this was kinda weird for her to say in the first place) Me: Why do we have to go fishing? Her: Because Pop Pop says you have to take me! Me: Wait, what? Who told you? Her: Pop Pop says you need to take me to go fish.
I’m not really a believer in an afterlife or anything, but I damn sure took her fishing. She has not mentioned Pop Pop since then, and it’s been almost a year since that happened.
When my cousin was two, her mom got pregnant again. One day she went to hug her mom’s belly and said, “Little brother sick”. A few days later she had a miscarriage.
My 3-year-old daughter was in the bath playing with her toys with me and laughing. Suddenly her face deadpans, she looks me in the eye, and tells me in a serious little voice, “Mummy, if you bit and ate all my fingers off I wouldn’t love you anymore.”
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My then 3-year-old daughter walked downstairs in the morning and said, “Look what I can do!” and she crossed her eyes. I asked her how she learned to do that and she said, “The boy taught me at night.” Me: “What boy?” Her: “The boy with the glasses.. he did this!” And she held her finger up and zoomed it to her nose and crossed her eyes. She said he laughed and laughed. Not too scary, right? Only…. that’s how my brother taught me to cross my eyes when I was 5 years old. He died when I was 7.
I was with my sister, her husband, and their two-year-old daughter. We were talking about loved ones who had recently passed. My brother-in-law went and grabbed a picture of his mother, who had died in a car crash when he was six, to show me. When my niece saw the picture though, she started laughing. We asked her what was so funny and she looked at us and said. “That’s my special friend who sings to me”. I still shiver a bit just thinking about it.
I had to share a room with my 4-year-old for a few weeks. “Mummy when you were sleeping, I woke up and there was a ghost with no face standing over you touching your arm, it was taking your dreams out of your body with its mouth.”
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My 6-year-old daughter was in the passenger seat a few days ago and looked at me and said, “Dad, when I’m seven I’m going to kill you. No wait, when I’m eight.” I asked, “How are you going to do that?” She smiled and said, “I’m gonna drive over your head with this car.”
“When you turn off the lights, that’s when the black circles come. They come down like this (holds his hands in the air above his bed), and they stay for a second, then zoop! they go inside! (slapping the hands to his chest).” Then, barely holding back tears, “I hate it.” -handshape.