Most days I’m able to answer my kids questions. Other days we “google” to find the solutions they seek. But as they get older the questions are getting tougher. I either can’t answer them or the answer is, “I don’t know.”
I had to tell Skippy I don’t know one day last year when he came home from school. An older boy beat him up on the way home from school. I won’t ever claim that my kids are perfect but if I had to pick which one of my kids would get his clock cleaned, Skippy wouldn’t be on the list at all.
After assessing Skippy’s injuries and calming him down, he asked the inevitable question, “Why?”
I had no answers.
Today Meathead came home from an after school project frustrated with a few of his team members. He wanted to know why people couldn’t set aside their own agenda for the sake of the team. It bothers him that one individual has the potential to bring the whole team down.
Again, I had no answers.
It breaks my heart that day by day their innocence is being replaced by reality.
Maybe I’m blowing this out of proportion but tonight I’m feeling sad that I can’t provide what they’re looking for.
Have you experienced this? How do you handle it?