The other night around bedtime we heard a sobbing sound from the girl’s bedroom. In a moment, our oldest was standing in our doorway holding her arms around herself in tearful and uncertain pose. She came and sat on the end of my bed and we had an interesting conversation. I’m certain that I have had similar conversations and probably even similar blog posts but since this is 50% therapy and 50% archive-for-my-children, I will share this one too.
This was our exchange:
Jane: What happens when we die?
UD:(Yay! This topic again!) Why are you worried about this?
I don’t want you and mommy to die. I don’t want to be without you.
Well, with a little luck you won’t have to worry about that for a good while.
But what do you think happens? Tell me the truth.
The truth… The truth is that no one…
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