The other day my 5 year old announced that he didn’t want to go to heaven. That’s problematic for several reasons, mainly because of the salvation of his soul, but as Catholic parents we teach him that heaven is our ultimate goal. We talk about how the saints are in heaven with God and therefore we want to be a saint, too.
Not the Destination...
I can recall how as an infant my older sisters, whilst reading me bedtime stories, would reassure me on moonlight nights about “the man in the moon” as if to reassure me of an abiding presence of care and protection from above.
My favorite part of the movie “Zootopia” is the sloths working at the DMV. I think it’s so funny because it’s relatable. DMV’s are notorious for being inefficient and taking up a lot of your time. It’s government work at it’s finest!
When our youngest learned to crawl, once he got the hang of it- he just took off. I used to be able to sit him on the floor with a few toys around him and check in on him every few minutes while I got things done around the house. I clearly remember the day when I set him down, got something out of the fridge, turned around, and he was gone.
If you’ve ever had to deal with a child who is devastated and in tears because of a disappointment or setback they have had to suffer, you know how hard it can be not to find it even slightly amusing, or be overwhelmingly tempted to patronise and pretend that the whole thing really isn’t that important and will blow over.
Children have the remarkably annoying habit of interrogating us don't they? They’re obsessed with the fundamental nature of things, why the world is the way it is, and how to logically connect it all together. The endless "why"? questions.