Previously I wrote about Sunshine and her concerns about God and death. Apparently the entire problem was solved today – and we have Sweet Stuff to thank. My daughter called a few minutes ago to relate the following conversation between Sunshine (4-years old) and Sweet Stuff (6-years old):
Sunshine: (In an uncertain, questioning voice) When I die, I’m going to heaven.
Sweet Stuff: Sunshine, this is how you get to heaven. There’s nothing to be scared of. First you’re a baby, then you’re a big baby. Then you’re a big, big baby. Then you’re a big, big big baby. Then you’re a little kid. Then you’re a big kid. Then you’re a big, big kid. Then you’re a big, big, big kid. Then you’re a grown-up. then you’re a big grown-up. Then you’re a big, big grown-up. Then you’re a big, big, big grown-up. Then you’re a mommy. then you’re a big mommy. Then you’re a big, big mommy. Then you’re a grandma. Then you’re a big grandma. Then you’re a big, big grandma. Then you’re a grandma grandma. Then you’re a big grandma grandma, and THEN you go to heaven.
Sunshine: Oh. (big smile and satisfied look on her face) Okay!
Questions answered and problem solved. Heaven is just the step after being a big grandma grandma.
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November 5th, 2008 at 11:01 pm
Carol…what a beautiful story about death by Sweet Stuff! I had not read this post before.
November 5th, 2008 at 11:08 pm
Wow! A comment only a year after I wrote the post! LOL! I’m sorry you missed it when I wrote it. Your comment caused me to look back at the post because I had forgotten that story! So thanks for commenting because it made me read the post and remember. That’s one of the values of blogging – or any kind of journaling. So many of life’s little moments would be forgotten otherwise.