May 2, 2010
My kids tend to zone in on the morbid. It’s wired into them, somehow … and it can pop into a conversation out of nowhere. I’m just saying. Driving past an ambulance, the question comes from the back seat: “Why do babies die, Mom?” That’s a good question. One that isn’t easy to explain even to another adult. But after a few days of thinking about it, I’m not sure I’ll ever come up with a better response than the one I gave off the cuff. “Honey, each time God sends a child into the world, that baby takes three things with him (or her). […]