Last night started out so innocent and went so wrong. I was putting Tristan to bed. We read a Disney story and then moved to a Bible story. Tristan picked one of his favorites about the good fish and the bad fish. It moves into the angels sorting the ungodly people from godly people and the godly people will live in heaven forever. I made some comment not even really thinking about it asking Tristan if he would like to live in heaven someday. Here is what happened...
Tristan: "No"
Me: "No? Why not?"
Tristan: "Mom, because I live here (pointing around his room). This is my home."
Me: "Oh, that's not what I meant. I meant when you die." (This is what I should NOT have said!)
The three-year-old's eyes get as wide as dinner plates
Tristan: "I'M GOING TO DIE? Who is going to dead (kill) me?"
Me: "No, I didn't mean, you're not, I mean we all are going to die. Nobody is going to kill you. You will just get really old and then die (I see his eyes getting big again), I mean we all just die. Tristan, can we just pretend we didn't talk about this."
Tristan: "Okay, Mom."
Big sighs from both of us, prayers, kisses, hugs, and good nights.
In the middle of that conversation I was literally wondering how I got into this and how in the world am I going to get out of this!!! Now I am just wondering when it's going to present itself again. Well, now here it is in writing for his therapist someday to see where this went wrong. I'm afraid this one really is "all the mother's fault."
