She wants to know.
There has to be an answer.
Punctuated in every conversation, stirred even from silence.
It’s heard constantly in my house these days.
It’s a good question. One that I often ask myself. Though maybe not to such extremes. I admit I am not a patient teacher, and the why’s are winding. Yet she’s such a curious kind and it’s that age where the questions rein, her mind soaking in all the intricacies that surround her. There has to be a reason why things are like they are. A valid explanation. Except there are times when there’s not. It just is. She’ll learn such a lesson as she gets older, but for now, it’s hard to explain it to a 3 year old little girl who looks to you to guide the world.
Of course there are the easy questions to answer. Wonderments over favorite cartoon characters and why can’t she have another lollipop before dinner. Those that are close to the touch and are seen. Only there are other issues too large for me to even know where to begin. Except there is magic, just as there is quiet and darkness. This world that I’m trying to guide you through, it’s a pull of extremes and secrets. So keep asking those questions, though I try to shush. They are constant and insistent, but there’s no better way to learn. Then maybe one day, you’ll be the one to find an answer for all of us.
Because most of the time, I don’t know.