I was waiting for Momma S to get M down for the night and playing some games of tic-tac-toe with K. I took a break to get a glass of water and when I came back into the living room K hit me with:
– I don’t want you to get dead.
– (stunned silence) What?
– I don’t want you to get old or hurt and be dead.
I immediately pulled K into a huge bear hug and whispered into his ear that I am right here and not going anywhere. I asked where is this coming from? Did you talk about something in preschool?
– No. I just don’t want somebody to hurt you or for you to get old and be dead.
– I don’t think anybody is going to hurt me; but as for getting old…that just sorta happens. You can’t stop it.
– But your old and if you keep getting old you will be dead.
– Yes. At some point I will be dead, but not now and not anytime soon. But getting old is part of life. How old were you last year?
– And how old are you now?
– And how old will you be after your next birthday?
– See, you are always getting older and the same thing is happening to me. Every year I get older and some day, when I am really old, I will die.
– Can’t you just stop having your birthday? That way you don’t get older.
I guess that was the end of the conversation. As I brought out a humorous retort at how some people try to stop celebrating their birthdays but keep getting older, he cut me off by shoving a book at me and demanding that I read it to him. But in all honesty, I was really touched by this moment. K and I have our ups and downs and Momma S is the icing on this family cake, so for him to share this with me was something unexpected and extra special. I love K so much, and that giant bear huge I gave him after he informed me that he did not want me to be dead was the high point of my day.