I started making chicken and rice for dinner tonight and all was well until I pulled the rice out of the cupboard and realized I didn't have enough and needed to run to the store with the kids. Stinks, right?
I like driving the back roads through farm country to town. It is always so peaceful and we usually share some great belly laughs while driving past the stinky farms. Tonight we passed a car with a dog hanging its head out the window, tongue and ears flapping crazy in the wind. Emerson saw the dog and started asking all sorts of dog questions before arriving to the "what happens to dogs when they get really old? Do they die?" I told him that when they are really, really, really, old, older than grandma and grandpa dogs that they do die. He didn't say much.
On the way home he was quiet and thoughtful. Then in the most sincere voice he whispered, "I don't want you to get old mommy. Then you will be too old and I won't."
How do I talk after a comment like that?
I dug and mustered all the calmness from deep within and said, "Did you know that when I am really old, you will have gotten older too? We will be old together. We are so lucky, Emerson, because we will always be a family, forever, even after we die. We all love each other so much, don't we?"
He was quiet for a few seconds. Then I heard, "Ida, let's pretend we are dogs, okay?" A few seconds later they were panting and letting the wind blow their hair pretending they had ears.
I hope I helped.