The six year old has a better perspective on life and death than I do
Posted on July 29th, 2013
Today I read an essay written by a mother whose child died. It is one of the most beautiful and evocative and heartbreaking things I’ve ever read, which is why I’m not linking to it until the end of this post.
This is what Pea did today. Yes…yes, I keep track.
If you could read my handwriting, you’d know that not only did she practice the piano, work with beads, read word families, and draw an -inator (complete with self-destruct button), we had this conversation:
“When are you going to be a great-grandmother?”
“When you have a grandchild.”
“You’re going to die, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. We all will, someday.”
She paused and then said, “I’m sorry, Mom. That’s okay, though. All species die.”
Here’s the essay.