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My daughter is the reason I found Newton

One of the experiences that eventually led me to Michael Newton’s books happened when my daughter was about 2½ years old.

To be clear, this wasn’t the first unusual thing she had ever said. She had already talked about speaking with people who had passed away and had shared other stories that made me wonder where these ideas were coming from. What stood out about this particular conversation was that I had never heard anyone describe choosing their parents or watching their future life on a “TV” before.
We were outside one day when she casually told me that before she picked me to be her mom, she watched my life on a big TV. She said she watched my mother get shot and then told me, “You didn’t even cry.”

That immediately caught my attention because my mother was killed when I was 4 months old, and it wasn’t something my daughter should have known anything about.

She went on to tell me that one of my aunts took me to my grandmother’s room afterward. She used a name that wasn’t actually any of my aunts’ names, so I started questioning her. But as she continued describing this person, I realized she was describing my mom’s oldest sister, who lived several states away.

My daughter then said that after my aunt took me into my grandmother’s room, my mom came and played with me while I was in my grandmother’s bedroom.

Afterward, I called my aunt and asked if she had been there when my mother died. She said yes. Then without me telling her anything… she told me essentially the same story my daughter had just told me. She confirmed that she had taken me to my grandmother’s room and even said that she believed my mother’s spirit had come to play with me before moving on.

I also called my dad and asked whether I cried when everything happened. He told me I didn’t. According to him, I stayed asleep and he never heard me cry during the chaos.

What made this experience even stranger to me was that later that same year… I discovered Michael Newton’s books. The way he describes the afterlife, choosing parents, reviewing lives before birth, and souls appearing as lights was very similar to the way my daughter had already been talking. She had also told other stories about talking to people who were “lights,” long before I had ever read anything by Newton.

This is just one story but I have so many… but also it slowed when she turned 3 … even she noticed. A few months after her 3rd birthday she asked “mom how long ago did I turn three?” And I said a few months why? She said yeah that’s probably right… I asked what she meant? She said since I turned 3 years old I can’t talk to the people in the lights anymore…

I’m not claiming this proves anything. I know there are many ways people interpret experiences like this. But it remains ONE of the most compelling and unsettling conversations I’ve ever had.

Has anyone else had a child describe choosing their parents, watching lives before birth, or talking to people they described as lights?

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u/Puzzleheaded-Dog-751 — 12 days ago
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My mother was killed when I was a baby…I wrote a poem…

Motherless Echoes of Pain 

Missing my mom is something I've always felt,  
But grief would sneak in whenever stories were shared,  
About scents and soft voices, a love burning bright,
I only had shadows, and silence at night. 
So, I imagined the mother for whom I still yearned,
And conjured a warmth that was never returned.
I missed all the laughter and hugs that should be,
Alone in the quiet... would she understand me?
Now as a mother, I cherish this bond,
Of a love so immense, it stretches beyond.
I fight for my daughter, through tears that are real,
Guarding her close from the pain that I feel.
But I wish for a mother to share in this role,
To guide me through struggles, to nurture my soul.
Yet to live as a mom without having one near,
Means carrying a weight of both battles and fear.
Still, in my sweet child, I find strength to go on,
Though longing for my mother stays heavy and strong.
I turn all that ache into love of my own
The love that I give her has finally found a home.
In loving my daughter, I search for what’s lost…
A journey of healing, no matter the cost.

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u/Puzzleheaded-Dog-751 — 28 days ago

Motherless Echoes of Pain

I would like feedback. I sent this to a friend over a year ago and he teaches and writes poetry and he gave me tons and I changed a lot but it’s been over a year and I feel bad asking for his feedback again…

Motherless Echoes of Pain 
Missing my mom is something I've always felt,  
But grief would sneak in whenever stories were shared,  
About scents and soft voices, a love burning bright,
I only had shadows, and silence at night. 
So, I imagined the mother for whom I still yearned,
And conjured a warmth that was never returned.
I missed all the laughter and hugs that should be,
Alone in the quiet... would she understand me?
Now as a mother, I cherish this bond,
Of a love so immense, it stretches beyond.
I fight for my daughter, through tears that are real,
Guarding her close from the pain that I feel.
But I wish for a mother to share in this role,
To guide me through struggles, to nurture my soul.
Yet to live as a mom without having one near,
Means carrying a weight of both battles and fear.
Still, in my sweet child, I find strength to go on,
Though longing for my mother stays heavy and strong.
I turn all that ache into love of my own
The love that I give her has finally found a home.
In loving my daughter, I search for what’s lost…
A journey of healing, no matter the cost.

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u/Puzzleheaded-Dog-751 — 28 days ago
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How it feels to be a stay at home mom…

Being a stay-at-home mom feels like torment, even as people tell you to be grateful.

You pour your heart into your work 24/7, but it’s never enough. You’re constantly labeled lazy and looked at like a freeloader.

You rarely get a moment just for yourself, and asking for it feels like an endless cycle of begging, a never-ending hope that never comes true.

And still, people express how sorry they are for parents who work outside the home, how hard it must be, how lucky I should feel, how grateful I should be…

I am the one managing the budgets, buying groceries, cooking dinner, preparing for Christmas, sacrificing every day…all while being told I should be grateful. I never wanted this life. I never dreamed of being a stay-at-home mom.

Yes, I’m grateful that I get to be home with my daughter because it’s best for her. But I will never be grateful for how I’ve been treated…for the lack of empathy, for the dismissiveness, for the silent expectations.

People say they’ll help, but they never truly do. They only do what’s convenient for them, and I’m supposed to feel thankful because “at least they did something.”

No, I’m not grateful…I’m sickened. Disgusted by everyone around me, constantly, and I shouldn’t have to jump through hoops just to be acknowledged, only to be told I should be grateful for crumbs.

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u/Puzzleheaded-Dog-751 — 1 month ago