No Whammys

It is the first week of school. School starts an hour earlier than it did last year which is really no big deal because my kids are up at the crack of dawn. We have had flag football practice, baseball practice and play dates. So, the boys are whipped. Derek has one friend in his class. ONE. They didn't go to recess the first two days because it was too hot. So, he was sad he did not get to see his friends. Today he had anxiety because some kid cut his finger and it was bleeding. When he got out of line to ask for a band aid his teacher told him now is not the time, get back in line. I asked him if it was really bleeding or if it was like a paper cut because we all know that if a kid has a minor scratch it requires a band aid. I totally understand that as a teacher this could be really annoying. It was the first thing Derek talked about today after school so I know it made him worry.
On Sunday night he got hit in the knee by a baseball. He was catcher and the pads moved off his knee when he reached out to try to catch the ball. On Tuesday he slammed his finger in the door and has a huge blood blister. I am rambling, but all of this leads up to my anxiety child today.
I tuck the two hooligans in bed and allow them to read until 7:18 because it is already 7:03 (they want their 15 minutes). At 7:18 I tell them to turn out the light, put up the books and go to sleep.
I should have seen the Whammy coming. It has been a long week.
At approximately 7:35 a sobbing Derek comes to my room.
Me: What is wrong?
D: I can't stop thinking about what happens after you die.
Me: What do you mean? What do you think happens after you die?
D: I don't know, you can't see anything, do you know you are dead? (we have had this conversation before)
Me: Oh buddy you know you are dead and you can see. It's a party in Heaven
D: But you don't have your body, how can you see?
Me: Your soul doesn't need a body to see or have a party! (I trying to wing it here people)
D: [pondering this concept still crying]
Me: Great Grandma Wallace is totally partying right now. She wasn't afraid to die, she was ready to go. she was almost a hundred years old and now she is up there with her parents and her husband and her daughter. She is totally happy. I told him we could read about Heaven in the Bible.
D: [thinking about it still while wiping tears] How do you know? It's not like those people could die and then drop the pages for the Bible down to earth from Heaven.
Me: [thinking, well sh!t. What do I say now?] Ummmmmm, well you know Jesus died and came back. That's what Easter is all about. So, he knows and he told every one.

That seemed to do for now.

So I tucked him back in with a book to read to help him stop thinking about dieing.

I have little kid who is certain he has been here before and he is only afraid that the earth won't be here when he comes back in his next life. I have a big kid who is afraid he won't be able to see in Heaven and won't know he is dead.

Somebody help me.

My Car

Driving in the car today:
Davis : Mom when you die can I have your car. (I have a Honda Pilot, not anything worth handing down)
Me: [Laughter]
Davis: Why are you laughing?
Me: Oh Davis. I probably won't have this car anymore when I die.
Davis : Why, because you are going to crash it.
Me: [long pause] Ummm No, I sure hope not.