So last night during our "getting the child to bed" process, A asked me to sing "Row your boat" with her. Which I did; it's better than singing the theme song from a tv show, I figure. Afterward, though, she asked, "Mama, what is life?" (Because you know, the song ends with "life is but a dream.") And I was floored. My brain was flooded with potential replies, such as, "I'm still trying to figure that out, I'll let you know in 30 years," "It's a journey, enjoy the ride," and "It's part of the universe and everything" (only Douglas Adams fans will get that one; I'm pretty sure A wouldn't). But I figured those were a tad too old for her (although the question--quite unintentionally on her part--is, too) and ended up stuttering, "Uh, life is every day."
She seemed satisfied with that, even if I'm not entirely sure what it means. But man... I didn't expect to be tackling issues like this so early. I'd better start studying philosophy, theology, and everything else that ends in a "y."
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Wow, I just wrote a post about Boo asking about death and here I am reading your post of A asking about life. Weird, eh? I know, the questions are getting tougher and it's really making you think about the answers, isn't it? We'll have to share notes. ;)
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