I posted on Tuesday about the past. I was remembering and figured the best way to get it out and be grounded in the present day was to blog about it. Blogging usually works to clear my head.
Later that day, my 5-year old daughter said to me, completely out of the blue, “Mommy, tell me about that car accident you were in.”
Is it a coincidence that she is asking for a memory that I was holding onto that day?
This isn’t the first time she’s been sensitive to ideas/thoughts in my head. It is very difficult to keep a secret from her. Picture this: I make plans for us to play at a friend’s house. (I don’t like to talk about it too far in advance because then it is disappointing if we have to cancel, due to illness or something.) When she gets home from pre-school that day, she looks me in the face and says “We’re going to Sophia’s?! When?”
I don’t know if she reads my face or my mind. I’m not sure it really matters. But because of this sensitivity, I’m careful. I don’t lie to her. I don’t want to give her mixed signals- one from my face/mind and something different from my words. This means I have to come up with ways to talk about things in 5-year old terms that I don’t necessarily want to talk about, because she’s asked me a direct question.
Sometimes I’ll tell her that I’m not ready to talk about certain ideas. But I will often find ways to talk about things I would not have brought up without her questions. She asks about God; about my parents; about the Spirit Realm/Heaven.
Last week she asked about the memory field- a lawn covered in flags to memorialize the lives of children who died at the hands of their parents and care-givers. She wanted to know why the children would choose to be born into families that didn’t know how to care for them. And I didn’t have an answer. I tell her the truth about that, too.
I am proud to answer my daughter’s questions. I’m so grateful she feels safe enough to ask. I do find it exasperating at times that she always wants to know things- but that doesn’t last long, and it doesn’t outweigh the pleasure I get from connecting to her as an individual person with her own thoughts and ideas. She continues to amaze me- and I’m thankful she chose me to be her mother.
Are your children sensitive to your thoughts? Do they ask questions that seem beyond their years? How do you respond?