Getting Old

Isaak was taking a bath this morning. He decided he wanted to stay in there and play, and play some more. I told him to get out. He said, "Just a little longer Mommy."

I said, "Isaak you need to get out. Your fingers are going to get all wrinkly. You are going to turn into an old person."

He showed me his fingers, then looked at them himself. When he looked at them he started crying. He said, "You are right! I'm turning into an old person."

He stopped crying when I told him that his fingers would go back to normal; after that he got out of the tub.

That was in the morning.

Fast forward to bedtime.

At bedtime Isaak started crying once again. I was thinking his door got shut. He hates his door being shut. His door was wide open. I went in and asked him, "What's wrong Isaak?" He said, "I'm afraid of all the people I know dying and wonder what's going to happen to all their houses?"

I was thinking, Gee wiz isn't he too young to be thinking about these kinds of things? He hasn't watched any scary movies, no one has passed away in our family since the fall when Great Grandma Kent passed away. The only connection I could think of with his thoughts is me telling him that his bathtub wrinkly fingers would make him old. He was really worked up. I said, "Isaak everything is ok. You have nothing to worry about."

He then said, "That one Grandma died. Will my Great Grandpa die to? He's old." I said, "Isaak he is old. Just because he's old doesn't mean he'll die anytime soon. He could live until he's 100 year old, or more. We don't know when he's going to die. If he does die we'll all be sad, but he would have lived a very good life. He has kids, grand kids, great grand kids that all love him."

I told him that everything is alright once again, hugged him and he went to sleep.

I hope I didn't traumatize him with the bath tub wrinkly old man fingers.