It's pretty terrifying.
So when Brayden asks me questions that are important to him, questions that he wants answers to, questions that he will pester me with until he gets an answer that he deems as acceptable, I walk a fine line between giving him the truth and giving him enough information that is appropriate for a seven year old.
My example being last week when he asked where babies come from. My answer was a simple one,
Me: "God. Babies are a blessing from God."
Brayden: "Okayyyyy. But how do they get them out of the moms stomach?"
Me: "They go to the hospital."
Brayden: "Well what do they do once they are at the hospital?"
And this is how Brayden came to know about a very very very (can't stress that one enough) PG version of what a c-section entails (because I wasn't about to go through what a vaginal birth entails with my son). And let me tell you, I was sweating bullets through out that entire conversation.
I thought that perhaps the worst was over. I mean, could it possibly get worse than explaining the dreaded baby question? Why yes, yes it could.
Brayden has always been interested in airplanes. With his father working at our airport and working with and on airplanes each and every day it was sort of inevitable. So the other day when I spied Brayden playing with a fleet of paper airplanes I didn't think much of it. But the closer I got the more horrified I got. You see, all 10 or so of his little paper airplanes had drawings on the sides of them. German insignia drawings. World War II era swastikas to be matter of fact.
Me: "Brayden Anderew, why would you draw that on your paper airplanes? Do you know what that stands for?"
Brayden: (Rolls his eyes - Oh how I HATE that) "Yeah mom, it means they are German planes."
Me: "How do you even know that?"
Brayden: "Video Game. The German planes are the cool ones."
Me: "Buddy, I'm sure that the planes were neat and all, but that symbol is a very very bad symbol and is not something that you should draw on things or use when you play planes."
Brayden: "Why not?"
And that was how Brayden came to learn about a very very (stressing that one again) PG version of the Holocaust, which was most defiantly a talk that I certainly didn't think I would have to have with my child any time soon. It was hard, and balancing on that fine line of honesty and appropriateness was one of the hardest things I've ever done. And I'm sure as time goes on there will be more tough questions and situations that call for truthful talks.
So mom's, how do you get through the hard questions that your children ask?