Therapeutic Rambling

This is an attempt to make sense of my life and order of my cluttered mind. It is also intended to be a journal of no particular interest to anyone, a record of events and non-events that occur in my life.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Questions

The other day, Jack asked looked up into the sky and asked what was on top of the blue. How do you explain the universe to a four year old?

Aimee overheard news reports about the hurricaines in Florida, and she has fixated on the death toll. She asked about it, especially concerned because Gramma had been there recently. I asked who told her about the hurricaine, and she said, "The car". Hmmm, I guess the radio was on. Every once in a while, there will be questions about hurricaines and what happens. Jack wanted to know how the hurricaines got into stores and houses. Aimee wanted to know how the people died. They quickly reassure each other each time the subject comes up, though, that we don't have enough water near us to brew a hurricaine, so we don't have to worry. Thank goodness we have no active volcanoes near us. I haven't told them about tornados.

Jack has been very clingy since we got back from Seattle. I guess there are some abandonment issues going on.

Today I went out for a run with my dad. Jack was in their house watching tv. I didn't tell him I was going because I didn't want him to freak out. So when we got back, of course, he was very lovey-dovey. I had booted it from the corner, so I was out of breath when I got to the house and Jack came running out to hug me. I squeezed him back, and then said, "Hey, come for a walk to the end of the driveway so I can catch my breath."

His question: "Where is your breath, mom? Where did you leave it?"