My daughter recently celebrated a birthday. She shared it with her other sister since we didn't do a whole lot for her birthday. Two birds and all that right? Another year passing has only emphasized that I am so immensely blessed by them.
Everyday.
I am astounded at how they are growing and how many things they not only comprehend but contemplate. She would talk about how it was her birthday but she was was going to share it with her sister. It did take a bit to convince the one who's birthday it wasn't, that she wasn't turning a year older.
Everyday.
I am astounded at how they are growing and how many things they not only comprehend but contemplate. She would talk about how it was her birthday but she was was going to share it with her sister. It did take a bit to convince the one who's birthday it wasn't, that she wasn't turning a year older.
During a recent car ride home I hear the question, "Mommy, when will God come?" Thus began a barrage of questions that I have encountered many a car ride since. A few I was a some points trying to dodge because at what age are certain topics appropriate? How much do I water it down or do I? My husband and I have agreed since before we had children that we would be as honest as we could with any children we may have.
One question that caused my breath to catch, "Mommy what's is the cross?" I was honest. That she knew of the cross made me move in the path of an honest answer - where someone dies. Not all the questions are so intense. Others have been much lighter: when she is older will she have her own house? why does the moon follow us? why does it rain? and more.
I try to always answer them. I want keep her and her sister's curiosity burning. Sometimes I find myself in a hurry getting frustrated with the persistent questions. I feel like my time is more important, and snap "I don't know". Later, when I realize it I guiltily apologize to them, explaining my mistake and telling them that they can always ask mommy or daddy questions.
But I wonder. Do you or I as a grown up still ask questions? At what point do the questions/curiosity cease and why? Is it the frustrated responses of "I don't know", the sense that we know it all, or does it just simply fade with age?
One question that caused my breath to catch, "Mommy what's is the cross?" I was honest. That she knew of the cross made me move in the path of an honest answer - where someone dies. Not all the questions are so intense. Others have been much lighter: when she is older will she have her own house? why does the moon follow us? why does it rain? and more.
I try to always answer them. I want keep her and her sister's curiosity burning. Sometimes I find myself in a hurry getting frustrated with the persistent questions. I feel like my time is more important, and snap "I don't know". Later, when I realize it I guiltily apologize to them, explaining my mistake and telling them that they can always ask mommy or daddy questions.
But I wonder. Do you or I as a grown up still ask questions? At what point do the questions/curiosity cease and why? Is it the frustrated responses of "I don't know", the sense that we know it all, or does it just simply fade with age?
1 comment:
wow. killer post. again.
two things here.
1. we have always been not only honest, but very divulgent of information with our kids. brent has always complimented me that even at a young age i treated our kids respectfully, like adults...meaning i tried / try to be as honest and real with an answer as said warranted question(s) allowed.
2. we must be soulmates, cuz i am absolutely HUGE on this one. i also treat my children respectfully by apologizing to them when i screw up. it is a matter of accountability on my part, plus treating them with dignity. :)
you rock girlie! :) loved this post.
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