What I’ve Learned From Growing Up With Loss
Mommy, what happens when we die? My oldest is always good for minivan-stopping moments. Trying to toss his velcro shoe out the window. Determining that blank-staring milking cows are maniacs. Going waaaay existential. At four-years-old, he again (yes, again) flew his old-soul flag and asked the ages-old question. While other children focused on the flying house fueled by colorful balloons in the movie Up, my son was deeply troubled that the main character’s wife died. Thus our first conversation about death and dying. And I thought the birds-and-bees talk would be the tough one. Turns out, I am much better…
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