Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Questions from the back seat

Our daily commute has been pretty gracefully added to my already hectic routine. After a few rough starts, we're getting pretty good at making it out of the house on time, fed, clothed and ready to go. Well, maybe not ready to go, but going none the less. I have only once forgotten my laptop, not yet forgotten lunches and have managed to gracefully forget show and tell more than once, just not letting on until they were dropped off. Phew.
In this short daily drive to and fro the boys and I have some interesting talks. Just this week, Big Dog, out of the blue asked about Mao.
"Mama, what happened to our other dog?"
"What other dog," I asked, momentarily confused.
"Mao. Did he die?"
"Yes, he did," I answered, feeling his loss well up in me again.
"Should we leave stuff for him?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Did people bury him in the ground?" he asked again.
"No, sweetie. We didn't bury him. If we want to remember him, we just need to think about him. We just know he was with us."
He thought about this for a minute then asked, "Did he get shot?"
'Oh no, Big Dog. He died peacefully. He died at home while I held him. Nothing terrible like that." And we drove in silence the rest of the route to school.
On the way home they both started in on the other side of things.
"Did you make us?" asked Little Dog.
"Yep." I answered, not knowing where this was coming from.
"How?" asked Big Dog.
I thought is over. I've discussed the basics of this topic with Big Dog, who looked at me with a look of disbelief then shook his head and told me "You're kidding." I knew the two minutes remaining in our evening commute was not enough time to go over the subject in adequate detail described in simple terms for their young minds. Given the constraints, I thought over the options and did what every savvy mother before me has done. I went back to the basics.
"Ask your papa. He's a scientist." Yeah, I'm a total failure at this mother gig.


geekymummy said...

Uh oh, right on time! Maybe time for thos? http://www.amazon.com/Where-Did-Come-Peter-Mayle/dp/0818402539/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1258609351&sr=1-1 My mum told me the details when I was not even five (my brother was on the way), and apparently I asked "Does it feel nice?!". My mum, bless her, assured me that it did!

Karen Murphy said...

Death and conception in one conversation. Awesome!

mamikaze said...

what well rounded thinkers! Fluffy always asks deep questions while we're driving, too.

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