Yesterday morning when I was taking Butter to school, he started pouting.
Someone told him his Mommy, Pop, and grandparents are all going to die one day. Someone then left Mommy to spend twenty minutes during worship on Sunday trying to calm him down before he went to his class. Someone may never heard the end of this.
Before you get fussy with me for being sensitive about this, I realize the kid is going to have to learn about death one day. That’s fine. And frankly, my son has the record of Sophie in A Dirty Job. I know he has to learn about this. But since we don’t have pets, I thought I was going to get away with protecting him for a bit longer.
Someone obviously disagreed with me, but whatever.
Anyway. Butter was being emo yesterday before school. I asked him what was wrong & he told me he didn’t want anyone he loves to die. I explained to him – again – that everyone dies eventually. Which sent him into a tailspin I thought I wasn’t going to be able to escape because, “Mommmmmmmyyyyyy! I don’t want to die!”
I explained to him only God knows when that will happen & he should spend as much time as possible telling people he loves them and having fun with them. He liked that idea.
Then I reached my hand back to let him hold it for a second. He squeezed it & I thought he was going to tell me he loved me. Instead, he said, “Mommy, I’m never gonna give you up. Not gonna let you go.”
My son, the unknowing Rick Astley fan.