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
It was a beautiful evening and I had eaten too much pizza. Rick suggested that we go for a walk and once I shook myself out of the pizza-induced haze, I thought it was a great idea. Hugo loves to go outside! He’s a joy to be with on walks around the block.
But Hugo has been a little dictator lately. I think some of it is backlash from my trip last weekend (I still need to write about!). It rained yesterday, and Hugo’s all time favorite puddle in the driveway was filled to the brim with irresistible muddy water. Well, I said it was irresistible. He glanced to see if I would freak out when he made a run for the puddle, and I did not. I was feeling magnanimous and he was wearing crocs. What the heck.