My boys were playing, imagining, chasing, tagging, and giggling. Another family entered the scene, and my kids swept their kids into the imagination unveiled.
As they played and climbed way up high, Tucker said to his new friend, "My daddy died. He died at Christmas."
In the next instant, overhearing the conversation, the parents quickly gathered their children. They evacuated the scene so quickly, as if my children had burst forth with a string of obscenities.
My son's light mention of a bitter truth was outside the realm of today's topics for that family. Apparently they intend to guard their children from, well, everything.
Good luck with that.
Death isn't contagious. Joy is.
As sad as this is, I love your final comment.
How sad that they couldn't have just explained to their children what he was talking about - on the other hand, how good that your children are not afraid to tell and are adjusting well, good job Mom!
Unbelievable. What could have been a learning/teachable moment for their child lost because of fear.
I've followed your blog for awhile. Your journey has moved me to tears and laughter. But, this made me a little angry! I wanted to stomp my foot for you and yell, People don't you get it! Blessings as you journey your life, can't wait to read your book!
What a sad commentary on our society's perspectives and priorities.
How sad it is Tricia that they responded that way. On the other hand, I'm glad that Tucker isn't afraid to share that. I hope he understands that he didn't do anything wrong and maybe those children in some way will appreciate what they do have.