As I was tucking Maya in for a nap the other day, she was talking about dying (which we often do since the subject is just sooooo fascinating).
And she looked up at me and said "Where will I go when you and Daddy die, because there won't be anyone to take care of me."
To which I answered "Honey, I'm not planning on dying for a long time, and hopefully by then you will have a family of your own to take care of, and you won't need me anymore."
She paused and thought about that for a moment and then she said, "but can't I come with you when you die?"
I started to cry as I whispered, "No honey, I'm sorry, you have to stay here. Dying is something you have to do all by yourself."
2 comments:
that is so sweet and well.
Oh my what a sensitive child you have. That brought tears to my eyes. Out of the mouths of babes.
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