Firstborn is obsessed with death.
It started with the odd comment, such as; "Mummy, what happens when you die?" OK, I thought, I was expecting this at some point, what a cute little curious brain she has. So I trotted out all the cosy Heaven stuff and left out all the things that could worry her, such as worms and bones and holes in the ground. This went down pretty well, although somehow Firstborn made the jump from my view of Heaven (filled with love, joy, always warm, never rains, has a huge discount designer shoe outlet and I never have to pay my Visa bill) to her own view of Heaven; a wonderous place where small girls don't have to eat their vegetables before they're allowed pudding, and where Barbie dolls grow on trees.
Anyway, I digress.
Last week Firstborn started shouting "Kill! Kill!" in a bloodthirsty tone while bashing her hithero-beloved teddy against the wall. This was topped by her purposely flushing her favourite My Little Pony down the loo.
That evening, while being put to bed, she said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Mummy, last year a dragon bashed you with his tail and you died, you know." Oh.
Yesterday Firstborn told me that another little girl at her nursery, "doesn't have a Mummy." "How come?" I asked. Firstborn looked at me with sad eyes. "She died." I checked with the nursery to verify the story - fortunately Susie's mother is very much alive and well.
I have to say that this new obsession, which is currently being played out with a passion that outstrips her adoration of the colour pink, is worrying me somewhat. Let's get something straight. Firstborn is not the kind of child who goes around biting and bashing other kids (unlike the Small(er) One, but that's another story). Firstborn is a gentle child, not bloodthirsty in any way, fearful of anything that could even be remotely considered to be scary and almost overly concerned about the feelings of others. Therefore, the shock of her being so violent is much greater than if she was known as the town thug. Nor do I allow the kids to hang out watching Tarantino movies or Manga.
What's it all about? Is Firstborn a future psychopath temporarily disguised by big blue eyes, freckles and a disarming grin? Or is this yet another stage?
It started with the odd comment, such as; "Mummy, what happens when you die?" OK, I thought, I was expecting this at some point, what a cute little curious brain she has. So I trotted out all the cosy Heaven stuff and left out all the things that could worry her, such as worms and bones and holes in the ground. This went down pretty well, although somehow Firstborn made the jump from my view of Heaven (filled with love, joy, always warm, never rains, has a huge discount designer shoe outlet and I never have to pay my Visa bill) to her own view of Heaven; a wonderous place where small girls don't have to eat their vegetables before they're allowed pudding, and where Barbie dolls grow on trees.
Anyway, I digress.
Last week Firstborn started shouting "Kill! Kill!" in a bloodthirsty tone while bashing her hithero-beloved teddy against the wall. This was topped by her purposely flushing her favourite My Little Pony down the loo.
That evening, while being put to bed, she said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Mummy, last year a dragon bashed you with his tail and you died, you know." Oh.
Yesterday Firstborn told me that another little girl at her nursery, "doesn't have a Mummy." "How come?" I asked. Firstborn looked at me with sad eyes. "She died." I checked with the nursery to verify the story - fortunately Susie's mother is very much alive and well.
I have to say that this new obsession, which is currently being played out with a passion that outstrips her adoration of the colour pink, is worrying me somewhat. Let's get something straight. Firstborn is not the kind of child who goes around biting and bashing other kids (unlike the Small(er) One, but that's another story). Firstborn is a gentle child, not bloodthirsty in any way, fearful of anything that could even be remotely considered to be scary and almost overly concerned about the feelings of others. Therefore, the shock of her being so violent is much greater than if she was known as the town thug. Nor do I allow the kids to hang out watching Tarantino movies or Manga.
What's it all about? Is Firstborn a future psychopath temporarily disguised by big blue eyes, freckles and a disarming grin? Or is this yet another stage?
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My boy is much more likely to talk about death than my girls, eg:
"We're going to Ella's house and Ella and Nina and Chloe are going to dress up as fairies and I'm going to dress as a super hero and I will KILL them. Dat will be a dood idea, won't it Mummy!?"
My girls, if they talk about death, will tend to at least have a hint of sympathy for the dead thing!
Anyway, yeah. I think it is yet another stage. :)
Goodday!
Love your blog! I too blog about motherhood. Sane Madness, Motherhood Tales from the Trenches
www.kimthamer.blogspot.com. Can you add my link to your list? It seems we are having similary experiences. If only motherhood were as easy as all the books made us believe it was!
Thanks. Looking forward to reading more!
Kim Hamer