As I find happens to me all the time lately, Benjamin asked me a question today that made me really think about something I hadn’t thought about in a long time. So often, I’m explaining something to him, and he’ll respond with, “Mommy what is . . . ?”, or “Why?” These are very normal questions from a 2 year old, but they can be remarkably tricky for a 34 year old to answer. I want to be honest and concise, while keeping the concepts simple and refraining from anything that’s going to worry or scare him — and you have to come up with the answer in about 15 seconds. (And there will probably be follow up questions.)
We’ve been talking a lot about Easter lately around here — what we’re going to do for Easter, how we’re gonig to miss everyone at Easter, how everything here is closed for Easter, how decorated everything is here for Easter. So, naturally, Benjamin hit me today with, “Mommy, what is Easter?”