Last week, while reading a history book with my son, we saw a sidebar about Confucius stating that he advocated family loyalty and kindness.
This confused my son. He asked about unkindness within families.
I don’t put rose-colored glasses on my children. The world is not pink.
However, there is only so much information they need. When one of my boys asks me something, there is a split second where my mind quickly determines how to answer by factoring in his chronological age, his emotional age, and his sensitivity. I go from there.
So, with my 8-yr-old, I simply said, “Some families treat each other badly. They are…not very nice to each other.”
To which he cried and said, “Like if you don’t get a birthday card from your parents? Because that would be awful. Cards are a wish for good things and, I don’t know, it means ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m thinking of you’.”
He continued, “So ‘unkind’ like if your father never wrote you a card?”
Yes. Just like that.
Can I bottle this innocent beauty? Just for a few more years…
If, for my son, not ever receiving a handwritten note is what it means for family to be cruel,
I’m not going to correct him. Not right now.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.