This morning I was blindsided by the boys asking questions about their half-sister and dad. They want to see their half-sister again. My youngest, again, wanted to know why there aren’t many photos of him with his father. I tried to explain that we weren’t together long after he was born. I didn’t want to tell him the truth, we weren’t getting along and I wasn’t exactly up for snapping photos of his father.
They asked where he lived. They didn’t remember the apartment. I told them about their father’s wife, they didn’t remember her. It’s strange to think they had or have a stepmom.
They wanted to know why he died. I just say his body quit working. It was his time. They accept this for now.
Of course, by the end of the talk I was crying and fearful of messing up my makeup as we were about to walk out the door for work and daycare.
Jake then asked for money for bible school. He said he needed it because Jesus died for us. Haha. He’s really interested in God. And because I want them deciding for themselves what they want to believe I’ll support him by maybe taking him to church again. They at least need to be educated on all religions.