Mama BearX2
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Jul 18 '02
My little Tina-Marie felt a little chatty tonight and I took notes off to the side because she was saying a lot of things that were making me go "huh" if you know what I mean... She gets chatty lately because she has more time with mommy. I keep her up a little while Emily-Rose falls asleep (since they are in the same room, if I didn't seperate them, they'd fall asleep too late).
Here is the conversation this 5 yr old daughter of mine shared with me:
Mom, there was a stranger big guy, bigger than you, bigger than daddy and he throw something at us. Then, he went BOOM and he gun-fired at us.
At who I asked.
At me and Emily, when she was my sister before. No, no, not Emily, my sister Emma and there was blood on our shirts.
What happened I asked.
We died and the stranger put us in a big garbage. The we got big like you but we were angels like wings and we came into your family. Then I was a baby in your stomach and there was a string in my belly.
A few minutes go by and she starts again:
Mom, Emily doesn't want to go under the ice anymore because there's water and she gets too cold and she gets very very white. She doesn't like the ice because it makes her die.
A few more minutes go by and she starts:
Mom the Mister that has a beard, why he's got no arm? What's wrong with him? He's got dark hair, dark like night-time.
Emma-Eva Johnston was Tim's grand-mother, Michael's mother. Tim was close to her and she passed when he was 14 yrs old. That name struck me big time when Tina said it.
The whole ice thing with Emily, my youngest and her being white, get this: I was going to name Emily, BIANCA because when she was born, there was something wrong with her temperature, she was colder than she was suppose to be and she was white as a ghost!