When I was a kid, I was completely and totally freaked out by dejavu. I had it often and didn’t like the feeling at all. I would tell my mom about it and she always came back with the comment “dejavu is God’s way of letting you know you are on the right track”.
For some reason, because there was an explanation from my mom, the explanation involved God, I was comforted by the explanation.
As a mom, as my kids grew up, I started telling them the same thing my mom told me….”Dejavu is God’s way of letting you know that you are on the right path.”
As a full fledged adult, my moments of dejavu happen less and less. My theory on that is that adult ideas, adult busyness and adult stresses, busy an adult mind and dejavu doesn’t find a way into our lives like it as we were a kid. It’s my theory. Who knows if it is actually true.
Well not to long ago, I had a moment of dejavu that really hit me hard. I was in Rochester doing my testing for the thyroid cancer issues. We had a break in between appointments and Kalissa wanted to run to the children’s thrift store in town. I was game…Kayla was game. We needed to waste some time somehow.
I looked through the toy section like I always do and didn’t find anything. I always look to see if I can find something I like for the childcare kiddos. There was nothing that was better than what I had at home so I needed to kill some time in the store. I went to the children’s book section. There I saw this….
…and that’s when the dejavu hit me.
Most people wouldn’t think much of this at all. To me it was everything.
My mom died when I was 24. One of my biggest memories of her was when she would tell stories about growing up poor. She was born in 1928 just before the Great Depression hit. She had lots of brothers and there wasn’t money for things they needed. She totally related to Dolly Parton’s song “Coat of Many Colors”.
As a kid I watched my mom sing along with Dolly. As the song came on the radio and she would cry as she remembered her years growing up poor. A story always came after the song was finished.
I often remember her saying things like, “It’s okay to be poor but it’s not okay to not be clean”…or “It’s okay to have holes in your clothes but they need to be patched”.
As I stood there in the thrift store in Rochester, dejavu hit me hard. I remembered feeling like I was standing there. I remembered seeing the book and smiling. I remembered how I felt like my mom was right there with me. I “relived” the whole experience in my moment of dejavu.
I am 53. My mom died 29 years ago. I’m not a big believer in ghosts or angels…but I sure got the feeling that my mom was reaching out to be there with me through that moment of dejavu. That made me smile. I have no explanation for any of it…. maybe “God was telling me I was on the right path” just as my mom always told me. Maybe it was just the stress of the situation shining through. Maybe ghosts or angels or people coming back is a thing. I’m not going to try to sort that all out. Maybe it was a freak coincidence. It doesn’t really matter. All I know is I left the store with the book and everytime I see it, I smile.
So inquiring minds want to know….how do you explain dejavu?