I never worried about things like "how do I know when a baby is hungry" or "how do I change a diaper." I worried more about the questions, those deep dark inquiries about how babies are made and where we go when we die, questions whose answers (that I would give my son) would form his entire foundation of understanding life.
And they've begun.
While he hasn't asked about sex yet he has gotten pretty philosophical on me, especially for 6. Two doozies he's hit me with recently...
We're Catholic and try to go to church every Sunday, and over Easter weekend he asked me the story about Jesus' crucifixion (in fact, he began by asking why they stapled Him to the cross... but that was another explanation that required some clarifying). When I finished telling him the story he asked, "What did they do to the men who nailed Jesus to the cross? Were they punished? Because they were wrong after all. So they should be punished." Not only did I admittedly have to Google what did, in fact, happen to Jesus' persecutors, but I also found myself rambling through a lecture on "an eye for an eye..."
A few months ago, the bean and I were saying our prayers before bed, and we had decided to say a special prayer for someone whose son was sick. When we finished he asked, "Why do we pray? I mean, what's the point of praying? We can't just ask God to make *John better - God can't just reveal his magic every time someone asks. And besides, sometimes bad things have to happen. Or you'll never know the good. That's life. So why do we bother praying?"
Kids can be much deeper thinkers than we give them credit for. What whoopers have your kids laid on you? How did you respond? I want to hear more!
A full-time work-from-home mom, Jennifer Cox (our “Supermom in Training”) loves dabbling in healthy cooking, craft projects, family outings, and more, sharing with readers everything she knows about being an (almost) superhero mommy.