It's funny that you call yourself 'Tigger', and not for the reasons you think.

Very rare is it that I find myself in tears from a reading, but your last lifetime was so very brief.

You died shortly after birth. As your mother held you while you died, she called you her little Tigger.

You may think it a silly affection and a simple thing... but it comes from that deep love that you felt and which was felt for you.

In seeing your past life, I see your mother and I feel her pain because I once experienced it myself. As she holds your sweet, tiny body and rocks you, she sings through the tears.

Your little eyes, blue still, as you are only hours old, can't see her. You'll never see her, but you know her.

And she can feel your soul slipping away while she is helpless. Your father paces the hall, unable to cope with the knowledge that you are leaving them.

It's an instant. A fragment. A blip in time. Barely worth a mention, some might say. Yet it was a moment of indescribable love and honor.

My dear, you must slow down. You were in such a hurry to be here that you came too early, before you were fully formed.

And so it is that you live your life this way... always doing before fully formed.

Be patient. You are so dearly loved. Still. Such a tiny being with such a huge soul!

Oh, be patient, love. Be patient. It's so hard to wait, life seems so slow. But all will come in time. And if you can but wait, this time there will be no tears, only joy.

I love you, and my heart is with you.