It is flippin' cold here this morning. Wasn't I just complaining of the heat last week? It is amazing to me how quickly the season changes. I knew it couldn't be far off when it started cooling off really nicely at night, even though it was sweltering during the day. But this morning as I took my hubby to work, I could see my breath. It was only about 45 degrees. I expect that I will soon start to see the leaves changing. I do adore autumn.
The changing season seems appropriate as we are entering a new season in our lives. Not only is a new school year about to begin, but a brand new child is expected any day. He is on the forefront of all of our minds around here right now. His presence is felt in almost every conversation. Even the tough ones, about death or sex. Monkey boy has been talking about death with me every night before bed, including why babies die, and Girly has lots of repeated questions about how baby's are made.
A conversation with your kids about sex, prompted by the 3 year olds question about how the baby gets out of mommy's tummy (leading to questions of how it got in there in the first place, and anatomy), can be a little uncomfortable for everyone. My poor 10 year old actually plugged his ears. No kid wants to know that his mother does that kind of thing. Not even me.
It was a very thorough conversation, and once we segued into a more scientific vein (away from talk of his mother's bits), even the 10 year old was able to enter in. We try to be really open with them all, right from toddlerhood, and talk of all aspects of sexuality and reproduction. But this was probably our most in-depth discussion in a long time. It was terrific actually, especially the parts about respect and love and relationship.
Strangely, I almost find the death conversations more difficult right now. Maybe because fetal mortality has been on my mind since conception. The kids ask about Kalila often, she died and was born before both my little ones were even a thought. But they know all about her and look forward to seeing her one day. They talk about that one day far more than is comfortable to me and with such ease. I have a hard time hearing them talk of their own eventual deaths. Death holds no fear for them, they have complete faith in the existence of God and heaven and the perfection of life after death.
I am thankful for that, I hope they keep that faith throughout their lives. But knowing that your loved ones are in the presence of perfect love after they leave this earth, does not mean that those left on earth mourn less.
Even though these conversations can be difficult, I am so very thankful for the privilege of hearing what is going on in their sweet, little brains and sharing those precious, fleeting moments with them. What blessings I receive, when I remember to slow down and be present to them and really listen.