We're driving to the salon, listening to Mommy's music, when I had this discussion with my son. Sarah McLachlan's "Fear" was playing.
LittleMan - "What is 'Fear-A'?"
Me - "She is singing 'I won't fear love'."
LittleMan - "What does that mean?"
Me [Uh...] - "It means she won't be afraid to love someone... to marry someone." That sounded pretty good.
LittleMan - "Why would she be afraid to marry?"
Me [Oh goodness...] - "Some people are afraid of getting married... to love someone... since some people choose not to stay married and that makes them sad." [Where was I going with this? Hopefully, I lost him halfway through that explanation, so I can think about it later.]
LittleMan [looking out the window]
Silence stretches. I begin to worry that I have said too much, not enough. You know, the usual over-thinking moms do.
LittleMan - Suddenly, "Was Grandma married?"
He has a Grandma who got divorced many years ago. Wow, did he really connect the dots that fast?
Me - "Yes, she was married to Grandpa. They made the choice to no longer be married, and now Grandpa is married to someone else."
LittleMan [looking out the window]
I was concerned that he was understanding things a lot more than I realized.
Me - "But, Mommy and Daddy will never choose to NOT be married. We love each other very much."
LittleMan - Smiling, "Yeah, you have a good marriage."
Wow. This is one of those moments that I hope and dread that my son understood every word.
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