I can’t remember exactly why I said it.
I think it was about a little reindeer used for crafting that ‘accidentally’ found its way down a plughole then was rescued, wet & a bit dirty.
“It’s not the end of the world”, I’d said.
Just one of those things we say without thinking, a casual comment, a cliché. As adults we’ve heard it & said it probably hundreds of times.
In that moment though I’d forgotten how different the world of a 3-year-old is to ours.
Jake was silent for a few seconds, then said, slowly & seriously:
“If something bad happened to me, or if something bad happened to Ellie, that would be the end of the world.”
Once again he’s floored me with how deeply he thinks about things, & with how insightful he can be. Once again I’m not sure whether to be awestruck or worried. And once again I think I’m a little of both.
I try not to talk down to Jake & Ellie, & try to treat them with respect. I was left however feeling pretty stupid that I didn’t think that talk of “the end of the world” might be a really big concept for a little boy to have to deal with.
He’s 3 (just)! Should he even be aware of such worries? Or am I just being over-protective?
One of the good things about 3 though? Living in the moment.
Thoughts of apocalypse were soon forgotten & he was very soon happily playing with his new toy car.
The end of the world will just have to wait.