Winter is here and we are stuck inside growing more pale by the moment.
When we are stuck inside I find that our conversations get intense. The twins are nearly four and just yesterday, Clover told me that she does not want to eat fish any longer because “them have tails.” After school we talked about it further and I realised how much she has been thinking about life. I guess it did not occur to me that such a small child could be so aware of things that as her fortysomethingishyearold mother, I am still coming to terms with.
I searched my memory for where she could have picked up on such life and death talk. The kids are not really sheltered, I mean the news is on when they are in the room, but we don’t sit and read crime novels with them. I really think it sort of all started a few weeks ago when she told me that she was going to take the toy hammer outside and “dead things” with it. I stopped her and asked what she meant and she clarified her intention was to go kill bugs. I told her that I did not thing that was a nice thing to do and she said “but they are just small.” My immediate response was “You are quite small and I don’t want anything to dead you.” (Forgive me for not encouraging the proper word usage, but I thought “to dead something” was kind of cute and I hate death so , yes, sue me later for therapy bills…) Anyway, the connection seemed to click as she asked “because you are my mom? And them have moms?”
Now after some more frank (but not to the point of showing them PETA videos) conversation, Clover has stated that she does not want to eat anything that had a mom, basically. Kieran, on the other hand, is totally fine with eating animals. Myself, I can’t imagine life without sushi (sorry, fish) but I am more than happy to help Clover eat as much vegetarian fare as possible. It may actually be the best thing for Clover anyway as she has some sort of mystery metabolic disorder and animal protein is often hard for those kids to break down.
A small few have expressed concern that a three year old is not able to make an informed decision about major life issues such as diet and that we should parent! I feel like I am being the best possible parent I can in this situation because if Clover has such strong feelings about living beings, I might actually have stuff to learn instead of teach here. I know her decisions may change tomorrow, but for now, I will listen and talk openly and see where her beautiful mind wanders next.
If you are not convinced of who is actually the boss in our home, the photo you see here is taken of Clover staring out the window from INSIDE the house because it is TOO COLD to go outside without a coat. Why? Because I am her mom and I said so.