She sure is.
She is beginning to talk about serious things
and ask hard questions.
which I reserve the right to defer to her daddy…
some of these questions are way above my pay grade
Her latest hang-up is over getting old and dying….
Me—Well, we all die. But hopefully you won’t die until you are old. Like really old… married and with babies, and grandbabies of your own.
Episode over… right?
Oh no…I made it worse.
Charlotte--But I don’t want to grow up, or get married or ever have children. I just want to be a kid forever.
(insert drama and lots of tears…
throwing herself on the couch weeping)
She had one of these episodes one night where she asked me if I was going to die… Since we are not supporters of lying to our children about these sorts of things, I explained the reality of death again…and that yes I would die. But God willing, it would be when I am an OLD OLD woman.
But if you die, who will cook our dinner?
Our most recent deep convo was about marriage.
Light preschool dinner conversation, huh?
When I grow up I am going to marry Carson
We’ll save that llama-drama meltdown for another day…
when I have time to explain the reasons of why she
cannot marry her brother.
So, how do you answer the hard questions from your children?
Do you skirt the issue, or lay it out straight.
How do you address their inability to handle the truth?