Monday, July 2, 2012

Ghost Mommy

My 3 1/2-month old baby, the Duke of Juban, has a Ghost Mommy.

I don't really believe in ghosts. When I told my Harry Potter Wife a few years ago that I want to do a "haunted castles of Europe" tour for our honeymoon, it was with the idea (at least on my part) that we'd get a good laugh. I believe in creaky floorboards, howling winds, and overactive imaginations, but I don't believe in ghosts.

I also don't believe in angels, or guardian angels, or things like that. I'm a sort of Buddhist/Jewish/non-theist/none of your damn business. (A non-theist is not the same as an atheist. But, again, none of your damn business.)

Still. I freely admit I could be wrong about pretty much everything in life, including the existence or not of ghosts and angels. 

And I think the Duke might have a Ghost Mommy, or guardian angel, or something.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."
By Gallowglass (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
(], via Wikimedia Commons

Yesterday morning the husband told me he heard the Duke chatting to himself - not crying, but chatting happily in that cute baby way - around 5am, roughly two hours before he wakes up for the day. (Yes, we do know how lucky we are, not to rub it in or anything.) When he flicked on the video monitor he saw the Duke chatting and staring at something OR SOMEONE! outside his crib, which is highly unusual since the Duke usually sleeps (and dream chats) facing the wall. He's a baby, and babies like walls. At least, my babies like walls. My older child, the now 3 1/2-year old Juban Princeling, had an entire relationship with a brick wall in the apartment we lived in when he was born, two moves ago. So when we watch the Duke on the video monitor in a totally non-creepy or helicopter way, we've noticed he generally favors the wall next to his crib and not the entire rest of his room, including the corner with the monkey nightlight. Who needs a monkey nightlight when you have a bare wall? Certainly not MY son! Monkey nightlights are for assholes, not for the youngest child of Brooklyn's favorite wino!

So when my husband saw the Duke cooing happily with the air, that was strange enough. 

Stranger, still, was my husband swearing he heard a woman humming to the Duke, and the Duke going quietly back to sleep.

Now, I've gone over before how no one has their best brains on in the wee hours of the morn, and my wonderful husband is no exception. We live in an apartment in New York City - the humming could have been anything.


Why not?

Later that same day I left the Duke happily napping in his room, with the door closed, when I took the Princeling and his friend downstairs to play. YES, I TOOK THE VIDEO MONITOR, STOP NAGGING ME YOU JUDGEY MCJUDGERSONS. I didn't hear anything on the monitor, but when I checked it I noticed the Duke was awake. Awake and happy and quiet. We went upstairs...and his door was open. I didn't open it. No one else was home.

Since there is no way even the most gifted of 3 1/2-month olds (of which mine certainly qualifies) can climb out of their cribs, get to their bedrooms doors, open the doors, and then climb back into their cribs I have to assume it was Ghost Mommy.

Am I jealous? No. As any normal mother will tell you, every child needs at least four parents, maybe more. I would not mind a few extra parents living in my house, helping with the kids, not getting paid, and certainly not having sex with my husband. So if Ghost Mommy can soothe my baby at 5am and make him go back to sleep, and she forgets to shut the door every now and then, I can live with that. 

If she wants to change poopy diapers and watch both kids while I make a Tasti-D-Lite run, that would be cool, too. 

Do you believe in ghosts and/or guardian angels? Why or why not?


Quercki said...

My family had an imaginary daughter. Each of my flesh-and-blood daughters claimed to have a sister Gloria. They insisted that it wasn't the same Gloria as the other sister's Gloria.

We'd planned to have one more child, but changed our mind. I'm not sure that there wasn't a ghost child or children waiting in the wings who appeared to my other children.

Meredith L. said...

My brother and I are in our 30s and are still convinced we have a dead sibling our parents never told us about. No real reason why, except that we like to annoy our parents.

Emily Schleiger said...

I visited Sedona, New Age Capital of Everywhere or something, with a friend and saw a psychic for the first time. Actually, I saw two, because I wanted a 2nd opinion after the first really ticked me off. I am not kidding. Anyway, the 2nd and better psychic volunteered to me (I did not ask) that I have a dark-haired man in his 30s who died a tragic death who follows me around and "learns" from me. I cracked up and said, "Learns WHAT?" Anyhoo.....upon return from my trip, Girlchild looked at the front door (half of it is a window) and says, "Oh look, there's that dark-haired man again!" I ran to look and one was there. I calmly asked her questions and she answered that, yes, he shows up frequently and he's been there before. So....yeah...I believe. At least your apparition peeps are helpful. Not sure what mine does. If he truly learns from me, I should assign him an essay to see what exactly he's gleaned from my Truman Show.

Meredith L. said...

Oh, Emily. You're such a MILF, even to the undead!