Bright children = Big questions
So Demon Baby was mad at me and said, "I think you should DIE, Mom."
"Well, Demon, that's actually not a very nice thing to say."
"Why?"
"Because if I were dead, I wouldn't see you anymore. I would still be your mommy but I wouldn't be here to hug you . . . and death . . . well, it's forever. "
"Why?"
"Because that's what death is."
"Why?"
"Because we're born and then . . . someday we die. We all do. Some sooner than others. I hope to one day be an old lady holding my grandbabies."
"So are you gonna die?"
"Someday."
"Why?"
"We just went through that."
"Where will you go?"
"Heaven." (Seemed the simplest answer at the moment. I thought of launching into my "Why I Want to be Cremated" speech, but . . . )
"Where's that?"
"Someplace."
"Who's there?"
"Other spirits and angels and God."
"What do you do there?"
"Not sure. Be with God. Maybe watch over our family."
"Why would God want you up there? What's HE going to do with you?"
"Don't know, Demon."
"Will you play games?"
"Don't know."
"Read stories?"
"Don't know."
"Feed the dogs?'
"Maybe. I think dogs go to heaven."
"But I need you."
"Well, yes. So hopefully I won't die anytime soon."
"Don't."
"I'll make an effort."
"Don't die."
"I'll try. But you see, that's why you shouldn't say things like that."
He wandered off, then came back five minutes later. "Can we call God and ask him about this?"
"No. We can't. But we can pray."
"Okay. So pray."
So we did.
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you, Demon."
"No, I REALLY love you."
"Well, I REALLY love you."
And off he went. But somehow, I know that's not the end to his questions. They're too big. And I don't really have any good answers.
Not really.
It's all a mystery.
But maybe someday I will feed the dogs in heaven.
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12 comments:
He's a smart one, that's for sure! I don't want him saying you should die, either. :-(
When I get to heaven, I'm going to curl up with the cats. :-)
Oh my golly gosh, that was gorgeous. We have no idea how they digest such information. I know I was often surprised what Dario would bring up to me some time after a conversation like this. What they take away is something different from what we think they do.
Day after tomorrow, I'm off to Italy and Egypt so you mightn't see me for a while. I'll have a lot of catching up to do when I get back in three weeks. Stay well.
Spy:
Wonderful. You handle the cats. I'll take the doggies.
E
Suzanne:
ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
E
I'm taking notes for when the first time one of mine tells me he wants me to die! I'm so glad he changed his mind!!! I'll help with the doggies.
conley:
Oh, you wait. I've already had three go through all the big questions. You haven't lived until you are standing amongst people 10 deep in the pharmacy, waiting for prescriptions, and your child points to packages of condoms and asks "WHAT DO PEOPLE USE CONDOMS FOR?" (Which she pronounced "Kahn-domms")
And then, when I said I'd tell her later, she said, "No, tell me NOW. Are they candy?"
Oh my goodness. I may have just had to leave and get my rx later! It's bad enough trying to explain female sanitary products to them (right now I just say none of your business) since I can't even get a private moment in my own bathroom!
conley:
LOL!
There is NO END to the embarassment. I'm telling you . . . .
LOL!
E
Awwww, he's so cute. I don't think the questions on this will stop for a long time. At least until you give God a call...
I heard heaven is a place you go to meet every dog you ever loved. However, I don't want to be the one to feed them. My dogs wake me up every morning at 6 a.m. to eat...
Erica,
Funny wee lad!
The other day we had a discussion about what heaven and hell might be with our two teen daughters. Eldest postulated that some people believe we are in hell.
I said it was impossible.
Why?
Because we have dogs. Ain't no doggies in hell.
Aimless;
Mine are incorrigible.
But I love them.
E
JLK:
What a great answer! You're right!
E
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