Questions

I always joke that Emma started talking at 1 yr old and hasn't stopped since. She's definitely always been the child with a thousand questions. When she was little it was all about the world- "How do spiders make webs?", "Where does the rain come from?", "How do birds fly?" I tried my best to answer and sometimes realized there was no way a 3 yr old could understand the real answer (which worked out because oftentimes I wasn't quite clear on the real answer either) and I'd tell her "somethings you'll have to learn about when you're older." And then change the subject.

Tonight we were at the mall and the questions began again "Why do people take drugs?" "What do they do to you?" "What do they look like?" I looked at her asking these "big girl" questions with the same inquisitive sparkle in her eye she's always had. I realized for the 50th time this summer that she is becoming a "big girl". And you can bet I answered every one of those questions telling her how rotten they are, what they do to people, emphasizing the loss of freedom people face when they have an addiction. I watched her curiosity being satisfied, feeling grateful for the good girl she is and the road she's already headed down. And hopeful that she'll never stop talking to me and that the questions will never end.