Preschool reflections on death and resurrection

Trees do it

Trees do it

My son Hugo is four. He surprised me by his awareness and curiosity about death last fall. He seems pretty perceptive for a little guy, and sensitive – at least as far as how death would immediately affect him.  I was moved by his considerable fear when he hasn’t had much firsthand experience with loss. I’m still figuring out how to talk religion and philosophy with him, and I feel like I’m a little late on some things. So I broached the subject of Easter this week. Continue reading

No, he’s the Silver Surfer

Superheroes at work

Making the world safe

I love it when Hugo assigns the role of a superhero to his baby brother Jack. The first time I remember it happening, Hugo was playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Hugo was Raphael, my husband became Leonardo and I was Donatello.  Jack was crawling around good-naturedly, wanting to be near Hugo. By virtue of his lightning-fast reflexes and Zen-like calm, baby Jack had naturally become Master Splinter.  Continue reading