As we're getting out of the car today Chloe says softly, "Mommy, can I talk to you alone please."
"Sure, Honey. Go wait for me up in my room."
As we get all snuggly on the chair I ask her what she wants to talk about. She responds with much trepidation in her voice, "When I'm 9, you'll be like, 42. And I don't want you to get old."
Why did I ever teach her math? And since when was 42 old?
Then I realized her numbers were a little skewed and I would only be 40, not 42 in 3 years...much to both of our relief.
But this was a serious concern to her. She was really sad. She doesn't want me to get old. I asked her why, of course. She replied, "Well, I don't want you to loose your soft skin. And I want your eyes to stay the same." So sweet. I assured her that those things would most likely not change in 3 years...I'll still be the same me (hopefully nicer and a little less selfish).
We cuddled for a while longer basking in the moment. I was astounded that this was a real fear in her life and that she was even thinking in this direction and that math was involved. I told her that God is in charge, so we have nothing to fear and that we should enjoy each moment together to its fullest so we can make the most of the time we have with each other on this earth.
I'm so thankful God reminded me of that today....despite my age. Life is a gift. Am I loving and being thankful for every minute of it? Thanks to Chloe, today I am.
