Remember the time I told you about the death talk I had with my son?
It made me sad & it made me panic but then I decided not to talk to my children about death again until they were mature enough to comprehend it.
While I was busy clearing out some of the children’s toys to give away, Yiannis approached me and showed me a small address book.
Mom: Yes, honey.
Yiannis: Whose is this?
Yiannis: Can I have it please?
Mom: Oh, honey. I need this in order to write all my contacts down in case I lose my phone.
Yiannis: Oh, ok. Can I have it when you die then??
Mom: Ehhhhhmmmmmm, what do you mean? I knew perfectly what he meant but I was too shocked to put my thoughts into words.
Yiannis repeats the question like there was no big deal.
Mom: But honey, how on earth did you think about that now?
Yiannis: You will eventually die mom. When you do die, can I have it?
Mom: Yes, honey, but let’s hope that this day is still very far away and by all means, if this address book is so important to you, please take it now.
Yiannis: Thanks mom.
The reason that I feel an enormous amount of guild when I lose my patience and misbehave is that Yiannis is old enough to remember. The good times and the nasty times. The only thing I truly hope is that he will have an abundance of the good times which will leave little place for the darker moments in his young life.
Until next time
On another note: If you ever have a shitty parent day, do yourself a favour and watch ‘The Beasts of the Southern wild’