6 Apr 2008 —
Question
Q52: Being a Baby?
Question 52:
“Can you remember being a baby? Try to… and briefly share what you experience.”
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Yes, i was far away from this world. I felt like a bubble of light. Nothing there. Not knowing, not wondering, not really in the body. That was the beginning. After that i can not remember my first impresions of this world.
Baby ? Me ?
No way.. no memories of it.. …… 🙁
I tried and it worked! I am reliving it now… As I opened my eyes to Life, I saw Amma’s loving smile gaze at me… I slept peacefully in Her arms for a long time… 🙂 (poetry)
Only the Yogis like AMMA remember their earlier days of infancy.
As far as I know, I remember going to school and a few plays.
that is a good one…
even though i don’t remember anything from my baby days…. one thing i know, first thing i did was CRY. i was always crying for something.. and it has not stopped till now…
those days… i cried louder… deep inside, we are all always crying… i don’t know for what… maybe for Love and affection. or may be out of fear… the fear of coming back to this world… and that is why we are born crying… my first memory is of that CRY…
Because I am still fairly young, I will probably be able to remember when I was really little easier, just because it was so recent…
The earliest memory I have is not really a memory, but a feeling. I can very clearly remember a feeling of wonder and delight on seeing this world, but also a feeling of sadness, perhaps knowing that soon I too would be caught up in all this Maya.
I don’t think normal people like us would remember exactly how it was. Only beings like Amma will remember shapes and thoughts. But if you go deep within you will have a feeling of how it was to be a baby. It is available to anyone. Its like an intuition ..one knows it but one disbelieves it.
In a way, I do remember. I have flashbacks of remembering how I felt I could touch the sky. I remember crying because my ice cream fell. I also remember my troubled past, which I’d rather not talk about. This is quite vivid in my mind. Crying in anger, and wanting my mother. I also remember the hours I spent at the nearby temple and my life in India when I lived with my grandparents. Very good and very painful memories.
The things I remember from being a baby are really blurred. I think I can only remember when I was 3 years old and my grandparents and their love. When I was born again, 4 years ago in Amma’s arm……I remember every moment of it. So, I am 4 years old now…and yes, I do remember Mother’s love and how beautiful that moment was.
I have faint recollection of my being a plump baby throwing her toys in a drain. But my actual birth is now when I have met AMMA I am her little baby walking by catching hold of her finger looking for directions at every step of my life
I remember waking up inside my mother and fighting to not come into this noisy world.
One of my first memories outside of my mother was standing up and taking two big steps to loud happy noise coming from the older ones then, falling out of control to the ground.
I remember with great joy the first time I made it to the toilet without using the diapers. I was so proud, I told my father that I did not dirty my diapers, and found out that the bottle of beer was more interesting than me, his first and only child.
Amma is the only and real mother to this baby boy.
I don’t remember anything. But sure nobody of us would be happier than to feel like a child of Amma.
i have a few memories of being an infant. the clearest is being baptised as a newborn. i remember faces above me and the roof above them, and sunlight reflected in the water… and my head being bumped. (when i asked her about it sometime in my early teens my mother confirmed that my head was bumped slightly on the edge of the bowl used.)
maybe this explains why instead of becoming a churchgoer i just became hardheaded… XD
When i am with Amma alone, i am her baby and talk to her in my language. she responds very well. because she is my MAMMA.
No memories of being a baby. When I look at baby pix, I look very confused about the world about me. I remember being fed by my mother and grandma and each introduced a very special taste in the food. My mother used to hold me so tight near my heart chakra when I sat in her lap, I felt I would choke and wanted to run away but could never say it for some reason.
Yes i tell u one thing when i was with amma in Sydney(2008) sitting next to her talking at that time with Amma, swamini amma gave Amma a silver tumbler with milk .Amma started having the milk .I don’t know what happend to me ,i asked amma how can she drink milk without giving me?She stared at me i was very upset,left to the kitchen ,whereI started making more vada by the time swamini amma came with milk.This is the same silver tumbler withlittle milk Amma left for me. I remember every moment of it.I do remember Mother’s love and how So, beautiful that moment was.Age is no bar after all we all are Amma children.No memories of being a baby,but being Ammas baby i can not forget this.