This happened back in July. My sisters have been on a genealogy kick and decided to find the family cemetery. We were driving through the country in my baby sister's van; I was in the very back with my 12 year-old niece, my 2 year-old and 3 month-old nephews in the middle seats. It was almost noon and the boys were getting cranky. My sis told me to give the baby his bottle. I pulled it out and, stretching over the back of the seat, started feeding him.
I have never had a baby look into my soul like that. His eyes just locked with mine and I could not look away. He gave me the kind of look you'd get from an elder that was trying to teach you something, to get their point across. I know I have an old soul, but in that moment I knew in my gut that his soul is ancient. He gave off an aura of such wisdom and power that I couldn't help being humbled and a bit scared of him. When he let me turn away I was surprised to hear my sisters talking about reincarnation with my niece. Even with my sister, his mother talking about a previous life in the 60's I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her. I still haven't told her.
Ever since that day there has not been a bad moment between us. It still feels strange being 33 and knowing my little nephew is older than me.