It started innocently enough. Little Man and I had just returned from the store and he was getting ready to go to sleep. He brushed his teeth and hopped into bed. I laid down next to him to talk about his day and the conversation naturally turned to Easter since we just saw all the Easter crap on the shelves at the store. I started to remind Little Man about the meaning of Easter; you know how on the third day He rose again in accordance with scripture and all. This is where things got a little tricky. You see, Little Man is learning about death and reminds me regularly that my Nana Peggy is dead and that he misses all the Papa’s he never met because they are dead. You can imagine me trying to back pedal and explain that not everyone gets to just come back after they die. I had to explain that dead is forever. Little Man was curious and asked some questions about Jesus and God and what they did. I explained to him what I was taught, and what our family believes. Little Man, being ever the detail oriented first born asks “what if you slam your hand in a door and break it off; can He put it back on?”. I would have rather been in the midst of the most descriptive birds and bees talk with my four year old than where I was at that point. I think sex would have been a much easier topic. It helps that I know more about sex than religion; after all, I did have sex twice. At least that is what I tell my father; two times, two kids, that’s it Daddy.
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That is a tricky subject. Fortunately my kids were much older when their grandparents passed and we didn't have this conversation until they were almost teens.
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