Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Because the world is too big, life is too heavy, and my kids keep talking freely about dying and how and heaven, I sat and pet the dog. I cleaned the bathrooms. I postponed the outing to the planetarium. I listened to sprinklers spraying and breathed deeply. I gave myself permission to feel.


AmyLynne said...

My kids keep doing this, too. "Your dad died, huh, Mom? Remember when your dad was dead and we saw him in that church room and he was dead? And your mom is also dead. Your mom and dad both died like Harry Potter's. I hope nobody else dies. I hope none of the kids in this family die today, like if they go in the road and get smashed or if they drown in a pool."

I just have to walk away sometimes.

Megan Goates said...

Back away slowly. I don't think they can possibly grasp what they are saying. And I personally love the sound of sprinklers spraying.