U is for Untruths.
Mr. Sexy and I like to always be honest with our kids when they have questions. Michael has many questions all the time. It’s exhausting. While I was pregnant we had a lot of conversations about where babies come from. I didn’t make up any stories about magic or storks. I gave him truths that he could handle and knew he would press the subject more when he was ready. Later. Much later. Years later.
From some of Michael’s stories it seems that his other parents take a different approach to his many questions and concerns:
One night Michael was very concerned about the monster that was eating away his stomach. He said his daddy told him that he has bumps on his tummy from a monster….
It took a while to figure this one out. Michael was peeing his bed regularly at this point and had developed a slight rash. He asked his dad and after that conversation (I don’t want to assume here) Michael was believing there was a monster eating his tummy.
Mr. Sexy is amazing with this kind of stuff. It took a while but Mr. Sexy explained the facts to Michael using logic and facts and TRUTHS. Michael isn’t afraid of the imaginary monster anymore. He doesn’t pee his bed every night either.
Another evening Mr. Sexy and I left the kids in the car while we ran in to grab take out. It was raining and everyone was tired. Makes sense right? While in the restaurant Michael ran in, out of breath.
“You didn’t leave the windows cracked! We will suffocate and die!”
Deep breath. Poor Michael. Again, Mr. Sexy very logically explained how they are safe in the car with the windows shut especially for such a short amount of time.
“Do you really think mom and I would leave you guys in the car to die?”
That question sounds insane but it had to be asked for Michael’s sake. He was being overrun with fear and thus, not able to trust his parents. Either set, most likely.
I have many more stories like these I just told.
I definitely believe in giving real and honest answers to my kids’ questions and concerns based on their maturity. I won’t get into the gruesome details about child birth or how I got pregnant. But Michael did ask a lot of questions and he got to a point where he didn’t need to know anymore. That was okay with everybody. (His stopping point was learning that babies sometimes get cut out of tummies or come out between mommy’s legs. It wasn’t a graphic conversation. It was very short and concise.)
Are you comfortable with off the wall questions from your kids? Or does it make you break into a nervous sweat?