The amount of questions I’m asked each day is insane. The kids are curious of course, and want to know why, how, when, where, and who for just about anything that crosses our paths. I think it would be safe to say that the only people who answer more questions a day then moms of toddlers, preschoolers, and kindergartners are brain surgeons.
I really try to remember that asking questions is their jobs…it’s how they learn. And that I need to practice patience and be more willing to answer the 1,568,336 questions that I’m asked. And not be so irritated when I hear “Mom” for the 1,568,337th time. But I digress…
Most of the questions I can answer. But so many of them I can’t. While thinking about this, I remembered a post I wrote over at Sluiter Nation waaaayyy back in April 2011 titled How Do You Explain A Week? I originally wrote this post about Ethan, and I thought I’d repost it here since I’m living it again with the girls right now.
How Do You Explain A Week?
I have never felt so not smart as I have since my 3-year-old started in with the who-what-where-when-why questions. Seriously people, I consider myself a pretty intelligent person. But explaining things to a three-year-old? Not so much.
How do you explain a week to a preschooler? Or an hour? A minute for that matter? The concept of time is so foreign to a kid and it is SO hard to explain!
Tater: Mom, when is the Easter Bunny coming?
Me: In two more days.
Tater: When is that?
Me: After you go to sleep at night two more times.
Tater: But we haven’t had dinner or a bath yet. It’s not time to go to sleep.
Another thing that I get asked a lot is how things work.
Tater: Mom, where does the water go when we flush the toilet?
Me: It goes down the drain and into the big pipes to the sewer.
Tater: Where is the sewer?
Me: Under the street?
Tater: Where does it go then?
The thing hardest to explain though? Death. My husband Jason’s parents have both passed away, and we try to have the kids understand who they are and that they are in Heaven…not easy for a 3-year-old to understand. Our one-year-old twins have no idea yet, but I already know the questions that will come.
We also tell Tater that if he is mean to his sisters, he can hurt them so badly that they will “go to sleep and never wake up and we won’t be able to ever see them again”.
Tater: Does that mean they will die?
Me: If you sit on their chest or their face they can’t breathe. And then, yes, they could die.
Tater: Why can’t they breathe?
Me: Because they can’t get any air.
Tater: Why do they need air?
Me: Air makes our bodies work and we have to breathe it in to get it inside of us.
Tater: Can’t they just go outside?
Me: Well no, not if you squish them they can’t.
The never ending circle of questions that always, ALWAYS ends with Tater asking “Why?”
We had a recent conversation about Blue, my mom and dad’s cat that recently had to be put to sleep.
Tater: Mom, Blue died, huh?
Me: Yes. Blue was old and sick and he died. He’s in Heaven now.
Tater: How did he get to Heaven?
Me: God came and picked him up and took him way up in the sky past the clouds. That’s where Heaven is.
Tater: But how did God get him?
Me: God has wings like an angel and he uses them to fly.
Tater: Mom! People don’t have wings only birds do!
These conversations are enough to make me feel like I’m the biggest moron on the planet, and one who cannot adequately explain things well enough for even a child to understand.
Please tell me I’m not the only one out there that feels this way! If you’ve already been through this with your kids, that means you survived it…and I need to know: How?