At what point do you stop sheltering your babies from the sad things in the world and tell them the truth? I’ve decided that 2 is too young.
Nearly every day I take Noah and Peyton with me to the gym, which is right across the street from a large cemetery. The headstones in the cemetery are all flat on the ground so all that someone sees when they drive by is flowers marking each grave. Noah loves looking at it through the window.
We drive by every day and every day he says, “Woooow, Mommy!” “What’s that?! Wooow! Pretty flowers!” He repeats, “What’s that?!” over and over and over again. What do I say? It feels so wrong to teach my 2 year old the word “cemetery.” (I don’t know why, it just does. Maybe these feelings reflect my own discomfort with thinking about death).
So, I tell him it’s a field of pretty flowers. And he smiles and says, “Woooow!” and continues to look for the cemetery through the car window every time we leave the gym. For now, I’m enjoying his rose colored glasses. I know that his days of looking at a cemetery and seeing a field of beautiful flowers instead of seeing death and sadness are far too short.