~~The other day I found something I wrote, from Sept 2012, that I wanted to share. The kiddo was 7.~~
“When people are in prison, their family and friends still come to see them and visit with them?” she asked during tuck-in.
“Yes, they usually do. If someone goes to prison it doesn’t mean you stop loving them. You might be angry at them – maybe very angry – but you wouldn’t stop loving them,” I said.
“I think I probably won’t ever go to prison,” said this pixie with missing teeth, so earnestly.
I kissed the top of her head. “Well, I doubt you will either. But even if you did, I would still love you.”
“You’d be mad, though?” she checked.
“I might be mad if you made bad choices that got you there,” I said. “But I’d always love you. Mommies’ and Daddies’ love never goes away, ever.”
“Even if you’re dead?” she asked.
Nobody knows! I just don’t know, my agnostic mind shouted.
But, “Even then,” is what I said.