My DS who is almost 4 has been discussing this since Easter when he was two. He saw a church play and afterward he couldn't stop crying, missed the egg hunt because he had to understand death. It was heartbreaking. I should have known. He was sobbing, saying, "this man named Jesus died and his mommy was so sad!" And the questions began. Most of his family is Christian and so I explain that "some people believe this happens and some people believe this happens". Here's a story you all can get the humor and embarrassment of: in Dec we went to his great grandmother's 90th. We have been telling him that people die around 100 (which used to be a big number to him-our thoughts were to keep his and our death seem really distant but still a reality) so at the party he sees 90th birthday napkins and says, "oh! GG is 90, she will die soon but she still has 10 more years". He talks very, very loudly. Luckily she takes everything in stride.
He even asks if he and his brother die, will we adopt children? Almost takes me breath away. I try to stop what I'm doing and really be present when he's working through these thoughts.
Last edited by GGG; 01/14/15 08:17 AM.
