Christian was supposed to pass me a message from school today..I think this is their way of training the children for primary school, when they are to take responsibility for their own work and assignments, by relaying what they need to do from the teacher to the parent. (Teacher D whispered that she would nonetheless send me an email on the exact details of the art materials they need for next week’s project.)
And so I quizzed the boy on what he was supposed to tell me. He hemmed and hawed and couldn’t tell me anything beyond “we need 4 wheels”.
Me: Why didn’t you listen to Teacher D when she told you what you needed to bring next week?
Ch: I did, but now I don’t know what she said already.
Me: Then you should put on your listening ears and try to remember..
Ch: Why don’t you know, Mama?
Me: ME?? I don’t know what Teacher D said.. I was not there in school… you were in class, not me.
Ch *pounces, in a patient, i-told-you-so tone*: There, Mama.. I told you right…. I told you you should go to school with me. Then you can hear what Teacher D said!
Mama bursts out laughing at the impudence.
Me: What?? Nobody’s mama is in there.. it’s not my job to listen to her..you should pay attention and then pass the message on like the other children.
Ch: Then you should stand outside to wait.. then you can hear what she says!
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He starts asking me his inane questions about rain.. why is it not raining here mama? Why not?
I tell him only God controls the weather, so i don’t have the answer for him. He moves on to ask about our deceased hamster.
“Why our hamster die so fast mama?”
Me: Because it was ill.
Ch: “Oh because of the hole in its face?”
Me: Yes.. it had a tumour..
Ch: Then where is the cage mama?
Me: We gave it away so another hamster can live in it.
Ch: Why not give it to heaven? Then where will hamster stay in heaven?
Me *smiling* oh don’t worry, i’m sure God has a home for it.
Ch: Oh, and our hamster is God’s hamster now right?
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At night, before I put him to bed, I read him a children’s book of bible stories, and the last story was that of Jesus’ birth. He had lots of questions about why baby Jesus was lying on the hay, what foods Jesus, Mary and Joseph ate, why they didn’t have they own home etc etc. Even after lights out, he was asking me “What did Jesus play with?”
I told him I don’t know because the bible didn’t mention the games or toys that Jesus played with. After much badgering from him, I told him he could go ask Jesus himself when he meets him next time.
Ch: “When I’m old? When I’m dead?”
Me: “Yes…he’ll be so happy to see you and you’ll feel so loved and happy too.”
Ch: “oh…I think he will say.. ‘No..i don’t have any games.’”
Me: “Oh maybe he’ll show you what he plays with and play with you..”
Ch: “When i’m old right? Then will you be old too?”
Me: “Yes.. i will be older than you..”
Ch: “Then you will be dead too?”
Me: “Yes..I will be dead before you..we won’t die at the same time, i think..”
Ch: “Why?? Why not at the same time?”
I tried to steer the topic away from this morbid subject..
Ch: “When I grow up, I will become a Daddy and you will be a Nainai right? Then I will have children…and I..and my children’s mama, we will go to your house..and then what will you be doing?”
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Ch: “I don’t know the shape of my children’s face.”
Me: “Oh..nobody knows what their children look like before they are born.”
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Sometimes my extremely loquacious son gives me a headache. =7 But on hindsight, when I think about it in the quiet of the night, it’s all rather amusing.
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