Thanks, Disney

This one is growing up so quickly, right before my very eyes - I can't believe it. Yesterday she went and got her own cup, filled it with water from the sink (spilling a bit) and I just about cried when she marched into the room and proudly showed it to me.

She's also been talking a lot about death lately - such a big concept for such a little one to wrap her mind around. Ironically, I think we have Disney to thank - so many mamas an daddies dying in those films. As I was putting her to bed the other night, she said to me, "Mommy - I don't want you or Daddy to go to heaven with God, because I need you." and then added, "I need you to play with me!" Which made me smile a little - such is the world of a three-year-old. When I tried to explain that everyone dies eventually, but not for a long time. She said, "But I don't want my people to die." I tried to assure her that I wouldn't die until she was a very old lady and I was a very, very old lady, but that upset her too because she doesn't want to be an old lady - she wants to be a little girl forever. Like Peter Pan. (darn Disney again) I managed to steer the conversation onto another topic, because I don't want to lie to her, and I don't think that there was any truth that I could utter that would satisfy her.

Then she dropped this one, "Why Opa and Nam (Grandmom) not kiss? How will they get a baby in their belly?" I dodged that one by explaining that they already have babies that are all grown up - her Daddy and aunts and uncles. Luckily that was an acceptable answer, but I'm worried because that mind of hers is just tick, tick, ticking away, and the questions are only going to get harder. I don't know if I have the right answers for her, but I'll try because I must. (Or maybe I'll tell her to go ask her father?)

It's sad when those care-free, innocent minds start to fill with the realities and worries of life. Such big thoughts for such a little person. Now I'm going to go smell Lucy's head in that creepy way that only mamas understand and gaze into her big blue innocent, care-free eyes and will her to never grow up. Like Peter Pan. Well, maybe I'll let her only grow up a little bit - just enough to sleep through the night perhaps?

And on that note, I'm off to bed. Happy weekend, here's hoping that your littles don't ask you any deep questions, or if they do, that you have all the right answers! xo, Lauren


  1. Love their head smell! haha made me smile :)

  2. my daughter is the same age and she has been talking about death alot lately as well.

  3. last year, my daughter kept asking all these questions about JAIL. (as in, how easy is it for kids to wind up there? she was worried! it was hilarious)

  4. sweet post lauren. i just got through with a little head smelling myself and am planning more throughout the day ;)

  5. I'm gonna be honest here and tell you that seeing Bambi as a young child scarred me for life. Unfortunately I am not exaggerating-it is the reason behind many therapy sessions over the years. I became obsessed with death around her age and have been ever since. Scared of losing a loved one, even though it is an obvious reality. At that age I was terrified of losing a parent...for that reason I'm not so sure my kids will be watching those films, at least not for a while. I know it's a reality of our world and they need to learn, but I worry it will have the same affect it did on me. :(

    On a more positive note...she is just so precious!!

  6. We all have crazy things that happened when we were kids that shaped us into who we are today. You are doing a great job.
    Love you,



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