Back whenthe girls were little, every second word out of their mouths was “why?”.
Over and over, every day, in stereo.
Back then, I thought it was tough, really tough.
But I told myself….
“This will pass… One day they will stop asking ‘why’ every five seconds.”
And they did stop asking ‘why’.
They stopped asking ‘why’, so they could starting asking incredibly complex, hard to explain in a way a 6 year old can understand, questions.
Questions like –
What does ‘zen’ mean?
What is a ‘bogan’?
Where do the waves come from?
Who decided what time it was in the very beginning?
Does sand burn?
Now I long for the good old days of ‘why’, because now I know that the difficult questions have only just begun.