It was bound to happen sooner or later. I was hoping for the later. When I felt more prepared. Prepared with an answer that would satisfy the curious minds.
This morning when I dropped HJ off at daycare, one of the little boys asked Miss K, “Can I please ask her? I need to know!!”
Miss K said, “We are starting to work on Father’s Day gifts, and I told the kids that we would make HJ’s for his papa, is that ok?”
That wasn’t so hard. I could handle that question. But then, the little boy said, “But won’t that make his dad sad? Why can’t we just make 2? What’s his dad’s name?”
“HJ doesn’t have a dad, so you can just make one for his papa” I said. Hoping that would answer everything. But of course, it didn’t.
“Does his dad not like him?”
I felt my heart crumble. I must have looked completely flustered. Luckily, the little boy followed up with “How could you not love HJ?”
I know in the coming years this question will get asked a million times and I dread the day my sweet little one asks it himself. Any advice on how to handle these questions without falling into a tearful mess?