I remember the day I went into the hospital to give birth to Robert. It was March 14, 1989 and you would think it was a summer day. It was warm and the sun was shining. I was excited to see what this beautiful baby that shared the same birthday with Albert Einstein would share with the world.

At three months old Robert loved to eat but was unable to drink a full bottle of formula without throwing up. The pediatrician changed Roberts’s formula several times and recommended a strict feeding schedule. Being a young new Mom, I really did not think it was abnormal for a newborn baby to take three hours to finish four ounces of formula. It was obvious he was hungry but all the effort it took for him to finish one bottle was exhausting. My constant complaints to the doctor fell on deaf ears.

What I saw as projectile vomiting the doctor assumed was merely a baby spitting up. I called the doctor in the middle of the night and insisted this was much worse than spitting up. The doctor’s response was if you don’t like my opinion I suggest you take your son to the emergency room. That is exactly what I did. A simple sonogram to his little belly showed that Robert had a blockage in his stomach that prevented him from digesting all his food. Changing his formula fifty times would not have helped the situation one bit. Robert was throwing up half of all his formula since the day he was born. The blockage in his stomach was called Pyloric Stenosis. Little food or drink passes through the narrowed pylorus which gets narrower over time. Affected babies do not gain weight and are in danger of quickly becoming dehydrated (lacking in body fluid) and seriously ill if the condition is not treated.

The emergency room doctor felt it was important to operate that evening. A surgical procedure called pyloromyotomy, which involves cutting through the thickened muscles of the pylorus, is performed to relieve the obstruction from the pyloric stenosis. During the operation I waited alone in the hallway listening to my new baby cry. I felt helpless and resorted to crying along with him. I went back into the hospital room where I fell to my knees to pray. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a shimmering gold light. I went closer to the crib and the sunlight coming through the window shinned down on what appeared to be the face of Jesus. I knew at that moment my prayer was answered. I asked every nurse I could find if this tiny charm with the face of Jesus on it belonged to anyone and one nurse replied I am certain that was left for you.

Eighteen months after Roberts’ birth his brother Nicholas was born. No matter where I went the boys were always with me. On one clear summer day we took a ride to my friend’s house to take her daughter and the boys to the park. When I went to pick her up on a very busy street I walked up to her door with Nicholas in a stroller and Robert holding my hand. When my friend came out of the house she realized she forgot something. She handed me her daughter and ran back into the house. So I am standing near the street holding onto the stroller and two toddlers who were quite antsy. Robert slipped out of my hands and walked toward the street. The cars were passing by so quickly that there was no way anyone would possible see this small boy heading for the road. My friend walked out just in time to grab hold of the other two children. I ran toward the road with utter shock and amazement. Robert was missed by the cars flying in both directions by inches. It looked as though he walked through them. Almost as if he had a protective shield around him.

As a small child Robert was misunderstood and unique. He had the classic symptoms of attention deficit disorder. His inability to sit still in nursery school was the result of a two month evaluation at Hackensack Medical Center. Robert was tested on everything from sight, hearing as well as his motor skills. All of the tests were inconclusive. They could not pinpoint anything wrong with him. The pre-school teacher made an amazing observation. She said, “Robert appeals to kindness”. He can not tolerate anything but kindness. She noticed that if asked nicely Robert would do anything he was asked to do. If he was told to do something in an annoyed or aggravated way he did not respond at all.

Indigo children are known as new generation of children that seem at times antisocial. If there are no others of like consciousness around them, they often become introverted; feeling very misunderstood. School is often extremely difficult for them socially. This has proven to be true for Robert. I have been his advocate at countless parent teacher conferences. They often see better ways of doing things, both at home and in school, which makes them seem like “system busters” (nonconforming to any system).

There are lots of speculations around the Indigo children. The term “Indigo Child” comes from synesthete Nancy Ann Tappe, who classified people according to the color of their Aura. It is thought that this phenomenon is happening globally and eventually the Indigos will replace all other colors. For instance now most adults are either Blue or Violet.

On another sunny afternoon I took Robert and his brother Nicholas for a ride to my sisters house about five miles from our house. Both boys were in car seats in the back of the car. Without even turning around Robert screamed “Go faster Mommy, go faster”. I reacted and hit the gas a bit, in the review mirror I witnessed two cars from the right and left of me collide. It was like we drove right through the middle of them. Glass covered the trunk of my car. Robert could not see the cars he sensed them.

As a teenager I understand how to deal with Robert in order to get the most out of him. It goes right back to what his pre-school teacher said he appeals to kindness. I look at Robert in his piercing blue eyes and reinforce on a daily basis his mission in this world is much more than we can comprehend at this point.

Robert started leaving pencils everywhere for me to find, this went on for about a week straight. On top of my dresser, in the my jacket pocket, sitting on my computer he even went as far as slipping one into the back pocket of my blue jeans. Finally I had to ask, “Robert what is up with the pencils?” His respond was, “you will figure it out.” This went on for about a month. At this point I had a collection of pencils in every size and color imaginable. He caught me pull one out of my purse and we both could not help but laugh. Robert said, "haven’t you figured it out yet?” “You are supposed to write.” Writing is my dream and Robert was pushing me to pursue that dream. He said he had dreamt about the pencils and they would not stop until he did something about it.

I was working one evening at a metaphysical bookstore and I decided to bring Robert along. We were sitting outside where I was giving Robert the talk. The talk about how he is special and one day will understand why. There will be a reason why all his photos are covered with orbs, and how he will be led to use his gift to help others. There was a group heading into a meditation class and a woman I had never seen before asked, “Is there a Robert here?” Robert with a baffled look on his face said, “I am Robert.” The women said she had a dream. A man came to her and opened up a scroll on the scroll was his name. She was told to come and tell him that he is a prophet. Because it was no more than twenty minutes before I told Robert there was something about him the women’s comments took my breath away. Robert did not know how to reply as well. He just smiled and thanked her for the message.

Recently I had the boys stay home on a Friday night and work on a wish board. On a piece of oak tag they were to cut out and draw pictures of anything they wanted and post it on the wish board for the upcoming year. Nicholas and his friend Curtis posted all kinds of cool things like cars, skateboards, guitars and of course pretty girls. Robert on the other hand took his assignment a little more seriously. On Roberts wish board was a picture of the world stating world peace. He drew of picture of Jesus conquering the Devil, and another drawing represented feeding the poor.

Robert is different, Robert thinks outside of the box; Robert is an Indigo Child, because of that I can’t wait to see what he will do next.