I’m an emotional wreck, and that’s okay.
My 4-year-old daughter and I had a wonderful conversation, initiated by her, on our way to her gymnastics class tonight. And it brought me to tears.
Her questions started with “How did Jesus take baby Josiah up?”
She continued on with the following:
“Why is Josiah in Heaven and not here?”
“Why can’t we be with him?”
“Will we die, too? When?"
"Will we see Josiah when we die?"
“Does God have toys up there for Josiah? What do you think he’s playing with?”
She wrapped up our little Q&A with, “You sound like you are crying. Are you sad, Mommy?”
Oh the thoughts that must be going through my inquisitive babe’s head. Things I wish she never, ever had to wonder at such a young age. Issues I never thought I’d have to explain in a simplified manner.
But, in the end, I’d rather Danae ask the questions, know the answers, and remember the baby brother that she loved so much before he was born…the boy she never got to play with, feed, or push in a stroller, but will one day see in Heaven.
Yes, my emotions are all over the place, but that’s okay.