This morning at breakfast, Hannah and Isaac were asking me a lot of questions about Veterans. They were excited for the Veteran's Day assembly at school this morning. As we spoke of the people in our family who had served our country in the military, war came up. Isaac asked me, "Mom, what is war?" It seems I've been getting a lot of this types of "wish I had more time to answer this right now" questions. Anyway, I told him a little bit about war. He seemed concerned and asked, "Do people die?" I answered "Yes Isaac, they do." He looked at me, and began to weep. Not cry. Not shed a tear. He wept. I saw the heart of my 6 year old son as clearly as I have ever seen it... my sweet boy, with such a deep love and compassion for other people. I've seen this heart before, but it has always been for young children, for babies. He seems to have an innate knowledge that babies are helpless, and must be cared for. He longs to help those who are helpless. I wonder what my son will grow to do with his life, how his heart will lead his life. I have a feeling he will be with people, with the helpless and perhaps the hopeless.
After a few minutes of helping him regain composure before leaving to get on the bus for school, he was set to go, but not as perky as normal. Part of me wishes that this conversation had been a few years down the road. A part of him has lost the innocence of thinking that people around the world just love each other. I know more questions will come out of this revelation that war is part of our world and what war is.
One thing I know is that God gave me the gift of being the one to tell my son about such things, even in the simplest of forms. I was there in his moment of intense grief and could be there to comfort him. I was also there to see more of his heart revealed. I pray for more moment like these, however hard they might be.