Yesterday when Luke and I were driving near the race track, there were a lot of big campers. He was happy and he was excited about where he was going. He said "there are lots of big campers here!" and I said "yes, there are!". They were lined up, one behind the other, waiting to get into a parking lot. Then he said:
"If you hit one of those on a motorcycle, you will die".
My heart sank. He was matter-of-fact about it, but it hurt just the same. It is a reminder that, consciously or unconsciously, this 6 year old's mind is always trying to make sense of what happened to his father. I said "...not always Luke. Daddy was in a very serious accident and that's why he died. But not everyone dies in car or motorcycle accidents".
I can barely believe I am having these conversations with my son.