3 times in the past 4 days Gareth has asked me about war. Specifically, he has asked me if daddy is going to get sent to war and get killed there. After the first 2 conversations I managed to convince him that Harald was not going to get sent to war. (I say with crossed fingers)
The most recent conversation had him asking about other men in our lives who are important to him...and if they were going to get killed in war.
He is *really really* afraid. And it appears that I will not be able to calm his fears, not even a little bit.
As one of my curling-mates said today, the most warlike thing he should need to worry about is whether or not his snow fort will provide adequate protection.
Today, like every other day, I was faced with my children growing and aging in ways outside of my control. I hate it when the day falls into the "be very afraid" category instead of the "would you look at that" category.
Sigh
Maybe we should listen to top 40 music in the car instead of Radio1
Double Sigh
Posted by mnrk at January 12, 2003 10:01 PM