A Kid’s Imagination Is Amazing!

I have been missing in action (MIA) for days in my blog. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s just that I’m feeling so drained and feeling so sleepy all day – every single day. Isn’t that weird? I have so many things on my head to blog about, but I couldn’t focus on which one I’m going to write about first.

While I’m sitting in front of my computer at this very moment this one thing in my head popped to the front of the thoughts. This is about my youngest son. He is only 7-years-old. Like his big brother, he was a premature baby as well. We didn’t know I was pregnant with him until I was three months pregnant. However, the day before I found out that I was pregnant we went to church. Our Pastor’s wife called my name out and I went forward towards her to join her where she was standing. In front of the congregation, she shared her vision about a little boy that looked exactly like my eldest son. That little boy in her vision was about to fall off of a cliff. Thank God she was able to hold his hand and saved him. At that time the church prayed over me and my eldest son (who was only 2.5 years old that time). We all prayed for his protection and health. We asked God to cover my son with His mighty hands.

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A couple of days had passed. While I was at work, it was between three and four in the afternoon when I had difficulty breathing. I felt nauseous and weak. I called my boss and asked her permission if I could go home. Fast forward, I went to see my doctor. Unfortunately, she was out of town, but fortunately, there was a nurse practitioner available at that time, thank God! After all the necessary check-ups were done, she revealed that I am three (3) months pregnant and I was at risk of losing my baby that day. From the Women’s Clinic, I was checked in to the hospital right away.

It was a crazy day! It’s like I was just at work but with one blink of an eye I was at the hospital; was put on complete bed rest. The craziest part, I was only three months pregnant and we (me and my family) just found that out. Crazy things happened throughout my pregnancy with my second and also youngest child. I can tell you this, God never left me nor forsake me throughout the whole pregnancy thing. Not only was God was with me but to my entire family as well.

My youngest child with his treasure chest.
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Fast forward to this week being full of surprises. All of a sudden, my youngest child decided to play with his treasure chest (Actually mine but he now claims it as his – haha). I’m not sure how long that box has been sitting in his room. It’s been a couple of days now that he has been carrying it around non-stop. He brought it with us to church yesterday. Inside the box is his alarm clock. We had a conversation yesterday before we went to church. This is how it went:

Me: What is that?

Him: My treasure box, mommy.

Me: Where are you taking that treasure chest? You can leave that here because we are going to church.

Him: No, mommy! I need this.

Me: What for? and what’s inside it?

Him : It’s my alarm clock. I will bring this with me and I’m getting ready.

Me: Getting ready for what?

Him : I will go to New Orleans with my treasure chest.

He has been to New Orleans for the very first time a couple of weeks ago and now he is thinking about that big city. He is loving New Orleans. By the way, our conversation didn’t end there. I asked him questions after that.

Me: Why do you wan’t to go back to New Orleans?

Him: Because it’s fun!

Me: What do you like about New Orleans:

Him: It’s big and so many tall buildings.

Me: Oh, okay. You love those tall buildings, huh?

Him: Yes!

After that, we stepped out of the house to Sean’s truck to go to church. While inside the truck, out of the blue he asked me something totally unexpected.

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My son and his treasure box.
He loves his treasure chest.

Him: Mommy

Me: Yes, Phillip.

Him: Mommy, can we go to New York in July?

Me: (Shocked) Hmmmmm, huh? Say it again?

Him: Can we go to New York in July?

Me: Why do you wan’t to go to New York?

Him: I wan’t to see New York, New York.

Me: Wow, that’s very big city!

Him: I wan’t to see the tall buildings in New York.

Also, he asked Sean about it too as soon as Sean got inside the truck. I was totally caught off guard. I didn’t even know how to answer him. I don’t want to say something that could ruin his imagination about going to those places. It’s really amazing how a child imagines things, I mean big things!

Well, this morning, I thought he was done thinking about the cities I mentioned above. I was wrong, he wasn’t done yet. When I told him and his big brother to grab their backpacks and get ready for school. the youngest one put something inside his backpack. I was so curious so I checked his backpack. When I opened it, I saw his treasure chest with his alarm clock inside it. He also has a ball in his backpack. I asked him these:

Me: Why are these things inside your backpack?

Him: I’ll take that with me, mommy. I’m going somewhere.

Me: Yeah, you have a school field trip today.

Him: No, mommy, I’m going to Tampa, Florida.

Me: Oh wow! That’s a beautiful place. Why do you wan’t to go there?

Him: Because it’s warm.

I was really ready to crack up, but I tried my best not to. Hey, I do imagine being in different places sometimes. The difference is, as an adult I know I’m imagining. But to a child imagining like that, it’s a whole new world. A child imagines great things and it’s amazing how serious it is to a child.

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