I wanted to share a conversation with you that I had with Benjamin a few weeks ago. I was sitting in the floor, unpacking Christmas ornaments, and he picked up a framed picture of my sister, Susan:
B: Mommy, who is this?
K: That's Susan. She's my sister.
B: She used to be your sister?
K: No, she's still my sister, but she lives in heaven with God.
B: Is that for real? (he's learning "not real", i.e. on TV versus "real", i.e. real life)
K: Yes, it's for real.
B: Aww (in a sad way). Did I know her when she was born (alive)?
K: No, Sweetie, you didn't.
B: Did you know her when she was born?
K: Yes, I did.
B: (after pausing to think) So she's in heaven doing work with God?
K: (Smiling despite the tears filling my eyes) Yes, she is.
B: Do you think she watches over us every day?
K: Yes, Baby, I do.
We knew Benjamin was beginning to grasp the concepts of death and heaven, we just weren't sure the extent to which he understood--until this conversation. It was precious. I loved him saying, "So she's in heaven doing work with God?"
Wouldn't you love to know what that looks like to him in his head?