When they ask...

There is nothing that makes you feel more inadequate when your child asks you a question, and you don't really know how to answer it. I am not talking about silly questions. Rather, the questions Joey and I are having to answer recently are about death. Max has a lot of questions, and I find it heart breaking that I have to try to explain death to him. It has left me flailing for God, and asking him to do the work in my son. It is so hard as a mother to let go, but that is what I have to do because I am way over my head.