A day without sunshine is like...night.

I really had no idea what to title this post so I went with these clever words. Funny eh?

A few nights ago at bedtime Aiden asked me what I thought heaven looked like. I wasn't sure how to respond so I went with the oldest trick in the book. Answer a question with a question.

What do you think it looks like? I asked

He thought that there would be a lot of clouds and everyone would have their own tv and you could watch as much as you wanted. And you never needed to sleep and you could play with your friends all the time, even at midnight.

I told him I liked his vision and I added that you could probably have candy for dinner every night and never get a cavity.

After a few minutes of silence he then told me he was a little worried that heaven wasn't like that at. He was scared that people just go to sleep and there was nothing except dreams in your head forever.

(....seriously, where does he get this stuff??)

I tried to explain to him that Heaven is a mysterious place and no one really knows what it's like. I told him that I believed why we don't know anything about it because all the angels are so busy having a good time up there watching tv and playing with their friends that they forget to come and tell us back on earth what it's like.

You know, I said, kind of like when you are watching tv or playing with your friends and I call you for dinner and you don't come because you are having way too much fun.

There was a very long silent moment after that and it seemed to stretch forever. So I started thinking this (and more) "OH MY GOD, what did I just say to traumatize him, why isn't he responding? I am SO screwing up my son...why don't I think carefully about my words before I speak to him about such a delicate topic? oh god, oh god...maybe I should have just dropped it, why did I have to add anything?? He's gonna need therapy for this. Should I say anything? Why isn't HE saying anything? What if I've upset him. How am I going to fix this?"

Mom?

Yes...(gulp)

If I come to dinner tomorrow when you call the first time can I have candy for dessert?

My thought process = Mom worry x 40 years
Aiden's thought process = Candy x almost 8 years.
Big difference.