Tonight my almost Halloween baby, almost 6, asked me, "Mommy, what is a graveyard?"
So not wanting to say, "A place to bury dead people." I told her, "It's a place to remember people who have died."
Then Lila, "Like who?"
"Well Super Grampy for one." I did talk to the kids this spring, but they didn't go to the funeral, and it seemed to have floated over little miss Lila, because she replied, "Super Grampy Died?" (insert quivery voice). . .that's sad."
So onward our conversation traveled, past the Graveyard and up to Heaven! and of course Lila asked "What's heaven?"
I said, "It might be different for different people? If we use our imagination that's what our heaven is. . ." and Lila replied,
"No, it should be the same for everyone."
"Well honey, I do think heaven is a place where the most beautiful parts of our selves go after we die? remember how we talked about being beautiful inside?"
Lila, "Do we have houses there?"
Me, "I don't know because I've never been there, but I think we just live on the beach."
"I think we have a long row of houses that goes around and around and is surrounded by the ocean. . . .no it's surrounded by a lake bigger than Sebago Lake."
"Wow, that sounds amazing."
Then she hugged me around the neck and said, "Mom, I love you more than me. I love you to the edge of outer space and back, and to the edge of outer space and back, and to the edge of outer space and back."
I take that as high complement from an almost 6 :) And about as much sign I got this conversation moderately close to "right" as any parent can expect to get.