05/27/2025
Raising a Brave Soul: Lessons I’ve Taught My Daughter Through Paranormal Investigating
When most people think of parenting, ghost hunting might not be the first activity that comes to mind, but for my daughter and me, it’s become a sacred tradition, a bonding experience, and a powerful teaching tool.
From the very first time she came with me on a paranormal investigation, I knew I wasn’t just showing her how to use a spirit box or walk through a haunted corridor, I was teaching her how to walk through life.
By joining me on investigations, my daughter has learned to open her mind to the unseen, the spiritual, the mystical, and, most importantly, to the idea that there’s so much more to this world than what we can touch and see. She’s learning that some of the greatest truths exist in the spaces between science and spirit, fact and feeling.
Together, we’ve traveled across states to chase history, walking the same paths as Civil War soldiers, forgotten asylum patients, and whispered legends. She’s learned about the world not from a textbook, but by standing inside the crumbling walls of it, by hearing the stories of people who came before us and feeling their presence linger in the air.
She’s witnessed true friendship and camaraderie within the paranormal community, people who embrace the weird and wonderful, who lift each other up, and who know how to share both laughter and chills in equal measure. She’s seen firsthand what it means to find your people and to be unapologetically yourself in their presence.
Perhaps most importantly, she’s learning how to stand tall in the face of skepticism and judgment. We don’t always fit the mold. We talk to spirits. We embrace what others fear. And I’ve taught her to be proud of that, to never shrink herself to make others comfortable. To stand against the crowd, to carry truth in her chest even when it trembles, and to never, ever feel ashamed for being different.
She’s also learning emotional bravery, how to trust her intuition, how to respect the energy around her, and how to speak up when something doesn’t feel right. She’s gaining empathy for the voiceless, both living and passed on, and she’s learning to approach the unknown not with fear, but with curiosity and respect.
These are lessons I couldn’t have taught her in a classroom or with a lecture. They’re learned through the hush of midnight in an old jailhouse, the thrill of an EVP, the warmth of holding my hand as we step into the dark together, two brave souls, mother and daughter, chasing the unknown.
She may not realize it now, but these moments are shaping her into someone strong, open-hearted, and fearless. And that, to me, is the most powerful magic of all.
