Last night my son would not stop talking about death. He didn’t want to die last. He didn’t want to die first. He wanted to make sure his older brother was going to Heaven. He wanted to know if he could go to Heaven since he has been bad. Which made me glad he did not bring up being baptized or first communion. Geeze… my head hurt from trying to answer he questions to then just trying to get him to shut up so he would go to sleep.

I was thinking about Bou and her sons. I saw some people send out first communion invitations and make it into a big celebration. I also thought about my being baptized at the age of 12. And I wondered at what point in my life did I make my decision on what death was and what it meant to me. Is it at the time of these milestones in the church? Or is it particular to something that happens in your life? I also wonder how much my son heard me and took into his skull. They absorb so much that you don’t want them to and seem to miss all the stuff you want them to absorb. Or they get it but decide to ignore it to annoy you. Ahhh… I need to go on a bike ride in the woods and relax.

Tags: communion, death, Mom