I don't know why I am so bothered by certain stages my children inevitably go through. They all go through the temper tantrum phase, nose picking phase, and, my personal favorite, defecating on the carpet phase.
Yet the hardest to handle is the God phase. Why is that, you might ask. Perhaps I don't have clear vision of God. I thought I did but the little rascals have blown my perception of being on a spiritual pinnacle right out of the water. Forget the birds and bees, the God phase is infinitely more difficult to explain than reproduction. It all comes down to their obsession about death.
Where do you go when you go to heaven? Explain all you want about harping angels, Heavenly Father and Jesus, the little tyke wants to know where you GO in a physical sense. Describe it. Is it a ballpark, does it have a swingset, are there potties, can you take your cat, can you still drink water or eat ice cream, get cable, take blankie, go to Disneyland...
Do they know something you don't know? This is very disturbing.
Just to clarify, little guys don't accept vague answers. Where is the spirit world? Why can't I see it? How old will I be when I die? Will I turn into a baby when I die? When will you die? I'm going to be sad when you die.
And then they cry.
Stop. Rewind. Play.
Usually people die because their bodies are old and all used up. I'm not going anyplace. I'm not old and my body isn't all used up. See? Watch me ride my bike. Mom is nice and healthy. Mmmkay?
Two hours later, Grandpa drops in.
"Hey Papa! Youre body is all used up and you're going to die!"
That's where God comes in. I say a silent prayer and thank Him that Papa is hard of hearing.