When Miss 3 turned to me yesterday out of the blue and asked "Mummy......where is Heaven?"
A quick look to the Farmer with a look of shock and crikey dickens....where did that come from....before saying "Heaven is far far away, high up above the clouds.....why do you ask darling?"
Her response was a little vague but it turns out that Master 6 has been saying that I will die first, as I'm the oldest, then the Farmer, then him and then Miss 3..........HOLY SHIT! Way to freak out Miss 3 out, nice one kiddo.
Master 6 has experienced losing someone special, with the loss of Great Grandma and Granny so probably has a better understanding of what Heaven is all about - well at least I hope so.
It makes me wonder what it must be like trying to grapple with this stuff as a kid when as an adult it's still hard to comprehend. When you lose someone special in your like you want to believe that there is someone were better and I do, but that's come with age, faith and probably hope. How hard must it be for a child to think of someone special that you can't see? Or trying to understand that someone will never come back from "that place" called Heaven. Does it rain there? Are there animals? Can you eat? all entirely viable questions.
I guess if kids can believe in Father Christmas they can believe in Heaven.
However any suggestions regarding this would be warmly welcomed!
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