The Ghost in our backyardFeatured, General — By Shannon Schmid on May 31, 2012 at 5:09 pm
Several months ago I found my daughter looking out our back door window. She was sitting there a really long time. Focused.
Every once in a while I saw her eyes following something. I looked out the window too – but I didn’t see anything.
(My daughters view from the door)
Finally I asked her what she was doing. She looked at me quizzically and then said “I’m watching the girl.”
What? There is a girl in our backyard, a neighbor maybe? Not possible I think, the gate is locked. I look again, nothing. I’m thoroughly confused so I start asking questions. “What is the girl look like pumpkin?”
“Well, she is really little mama,” pumpkin scrunched her nose up and smiled as if this girl was the cutest thing ever, “I love her brown hair.”
This was around the time that I started to get the heebie geebies… I felt like my hair was standing up on my arms. From what I could see it was just a grey, rainy day outside. The trees were moving a little, but our yard was absolutely empty.
“Can I play with the little girl? I will be really gentle, OK?” my daughter pleaded, her face showing no fear at all.
I was not sure where to go with this anymore. I was however … extremely freaked out. I could feel adrenaline starting to flood my bloodstream. “Honey, mommy cannot see a little girl. I’m trying to understand, but I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Can you point to the girl?”
“She is playing by the tree. You can see her if you really look hard mamma!”
I have never seen a ghost. And frankly, I would really prefer my preschooler not be able to see a ghost either, thank you very much. But I am running out of explanations- and my daughter seems absolutely sure of herself. I try one last time. So I ask her what kind of clothes “the girl” is wearing. She looks at me blankly.
“Momma! that is so silly she isn’t wearing clothes,” my daughter laughed at me, “You know that squirrels don’t wear clothes.”
Holy Moly- I do not freakin believe it. The whole time I thought she was saying she “saw… a girl” she was really saying she “saw… a squirrel” in the voice of a three year old;)
Welcome to my ridiculous world folks. I didn’t feel at all stupid by the end of that conversation;)