Guest guest Posted November 23, 2002 Report Share Posted November 23, 2002 In a message dated 11/23/2002 9:27:37 PM Central Standard Time, alle1105@... writes: > Kim > I have three girls and all three of them have asked questions about dying. I think it is a normal kid worry. Deb A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 23, 2002 Report Share Posted November 23, 2002 In a message dated 11/23/2002 9:27:37 PM Central Standard Time, alle1105@... writes: > Kim > I have three girls and all three of them have asked questions about dying. I think it is a normal kid worry. Deb A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 23, 2002 Report Share Posted November 23, 2002 Hi Kim, My son was the same age as your son when he first asked about death. This was January 1984, and he'd been diagnosed just a couple months previously in November. I'd just tucked him into bed, turned out the light and was ready to leave when he rolled over, looked at me and asked, " Am I going to die? " I felt like I had a huge boulder lodged in my throat, pressing all the way down to my heart. I sat down next to him and asked what made him think about his and he shrugged. So I said the only thing I could think of at that moment, " Oh, ; Mommy and Daddy would never let anything happen to you! " He looked satisfied, rolled over and went to sleep. But I sure felt like the wind was knocked from my sails. However, I will always believe that my response was appropriate for his age and the situation. His health was very good, and even though CF was still so new and confusing to us I knew nothing fatal was in his immediate future. Young children and teens don't have a concept of future events -- to a child, " future " is what happens in the next second. It's like the concept of " dog years; " when you tell a toddler, " Wait a minute, " their minute is about 5 seconds long! That's why the old anti-smoking campaigns failed with teens. Tell them if the smoke then they'll get cancer when they're 50, and they think, " Fifty?! What's that? " But tell a teen that when they smoke then their breath isn't kissable, their teeth are dingy, they look goofy puffing on a rolled up piece of paper, and that their hands, hair and clothes stink -- then you're speaking within their time zone. As we get older our ability to conceptualize " future time " expands right along with us. (That's why as we age past 40, we suddenly begin caring whether the government is going to bankrupt social security!) Jack could be suddenly asking about death because maybe he overheard family members, or your friends, or the parents of his friends talking about CF statistics. Or like Rosemary pointed out, perhaps he's asking for some other reason -- perhaps someone read a story about a pet dying, then someone else talking about a grandparent or co-worker dying, etc. A couple weeks after asked if he was going to die, he asked " When is going to die? " So, I started doing some sleuthing by asking 's preschool teachers if they'd seen any change of behavior. I knew without doubt that there was no chance would have overheard any conversations between his teachers about CF, so I ruled them out. A couple weeks later, light was finally shed on the situation. told me that one of his preschool friends told him that was going to die. The little boy wasn't being malicious -- it was what he believed: females die. You see, the previous summer the boy's grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer. After that, every Friday his mom would pick him up from preschool and they'd drive 60 miles to Grandma's house to spend the weekend with her. This went on every weekend for about five months; toward the end, the mom went to stay with the grandmother until she died, only coming home long enough to get her son for the weekend to go back with her to Grandma's. About a month after the grandma died, the boy's next door neighbor -- a 9-yr. old girl -- died from leukemia. So, the boy put 1+1 together and came up: girls die. He was an only child, and the only one he knew with a sister was . Barely six months after this, 's paternal grandfather, with whom he was very close, had a heart attack. About nine months later he had a second heart attack and died. By then, was able to talk about how he'd miss Grandpa and he understood this event was separate from him: people and animals die for different reasons, and Grandpa was old and his heart was weak. It helped that we lived on a dairy farm. One day I picked up 's grandmother to go shopping with us and as we drove past the barn, saw a baby calf lying on the ground. The calf had just died and the guys hadn't had time to move it yet because they had to quickly get the mama cow the veterinary hospital. asked what was wrong with the calf. And my mother-in-law quickly said, " Oh! It's just sleeping!! " I was stunned and wanted to thump the lady on the head. I thought " Jeez, insult your grandson's intelligence already, why don't you? He's not an idiot. He knows a sleeping calf wouldn't be on THIS side of the fence! " I said, " It's not sleeping; the calf died ; I guess it wasn't strong enough. " just said, " Oh, okay. " And looked at his grandmother funny. I'm sure he wondered why she said what she did. (Maybe he thought she couldn't tell the difference between a sleeping and dead calf!). As grew we buried more kittens, cats, dogs, and cows. It always broke my cat-lover daughter's heart; oh my God it was so tough telling her when a kitten or one of our cats died! One day we came home to find the cows had trampled the electric fence separating the pasture from our house. These hugely pregnant cows were eating my lawn and leaving fat, brown cow patties. The kids and I went to work rounding up the cows, and I came around one side of the house just as came around the other. At the exact moment, she and I saw one of our favorite cats lying in the grass, killed by our neighbor's dog. She became hysterical and took her inside and sat with her while I drove to the barn to get our farmhand to come fix the fence. I was crying so hard I could barely shovel the dirt in our " cat graveyard, " so he took the shovel from me, picked up the cat, and sent me inside. Good grief I didn't mean to get on that subject. But, if you want to show the natural cycle of life, you can always start building their knowledge in subtle, natural ways. Demonstrate with the four seasons and the changing colors of leaves, rebirth of green in spring. Watch Disney's, The Lion King. If he's tender-hearted, I don't recommend getting a goldfish just to prove the point. Kim Mom to (23 with cf and asthma) and (20 asthma no cf) My 4 1/2 year old w/cf, Jack, has been asking me a lot of questions about dying lately. Like, " How old will I be when I die? " Will you die before me? " , things like that. If it was only once, then I wouldn't think much about it, but he keeps asking me about it. No one that we know has died recently. I think I might be sensitive to it since he has CF, but since he is our only child I don't know if this is normal or not. Obviously, he doesn't understand anything longterm with CF and I really don't think anyone has said anything to him about it. Has any one else's children gone thru this stage? Thanks Kim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 23, 2002 Report Share Posted November 23, 2002 Oh, that was such a serious and touching e-mail...right up until the part about the goldfish. I don't know if it's lack of sleep, but that just struck me as funny...I'm still laughing... Shanna mom of Triana, age 2 wcf (and tears of laughter running down my face) Re: ?? about dying Hi Kim, My son was the same age as your son when he first asked about death. This was January 1984, and he'd been diagnosed just a couple months previously in November. I'd just tucked him into bed, turned out the light and was ready to leave when he rolled over, looked at me and asked, " Am I going to die? " I felt like I had a huge boulder lodged in my throat, pressing all the way down to my heart. I sat down next to him and asked what made him think about his and he shrugged. So I said the only thing I could think of at that moment, " Oh, ; Mommy and Daddy would never let anything happen to you! " He looked satisfied, rolled over and went to sleep. But I sure felt like the wind was knocked from my sails. However, I will always believe that my response was appropriate for his age and the situation. His health was very good, and even though CF was still so new and confusing to us I knew nothing fatal was in his immediate future. Young children and teens don't have a concept of future events -- to a child, " future " is what happens in the next second. It's like the concept of " dog years; " when you tell a toddler, " Wait a minute, " their minute is about 5 seconds long! That's why the old anti-smoking campaigns failed with teens. Tell them if the smoke then they'll get cancer when they're 50, and they think, " Fifty?! What's that? " But tell a teen that when they smoke then their breath isn't kissable, their teeth are dingy, they look goofy puffing on a rolled up piece of paper, and that their hands, hair and clothes stink -- then you're speaking within their time zone. As we get older our ability to conceptualize " future time " expands right along with us. (That's why as we age past 40, we suddenly begin caring whether the government is going to bankrupt social security!) Jack could be suddenly asking about death because maybe he overheard family members, or your friends, or the parents of his friends talking about CF statistics. Or like Rosemary pointed out, perhaps he's asking for some other reason -- perhaps someone read a story about a pet dying, then someone else talking about a grandparent or co-worker dying, etc. A couple weeks after asked if he was going to die, he asked " When is going to die? " So, I started doing some sleuthing by asking 's preschool teachers if they'd seen any change of behavior. I knew without doubt that there was no chance would have overheard any conversations between his teachers about CF, so I ruled them out. A couple weeks later, light was finally shed on the situation. told me that one of his preschool friends told him that was going to die. The little boy wasn't being malicious -- it was what he believed: females die. You see, the previous summer the boy's grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer. After that, every Friday his mom would pick him up from preschool and they'd drive 60 miles to Grandma's house to spend the weekend with her. This went on every weekend for about five months; toward the end, the mom went to stay with the grandmother until she died, only coming home long enough to get her son for the weekend to go back with her to Grandma's. About a month after the grandma died, the boy's next door neighbor -- a 9-yr. old girl -- died from leukemia. So, the boy put 1+1 together and came up: girls die. He was an only child, and the only one he knew with a sister was . Barely six months after this, 's paternal grandfather, with whom he was very close, had a heart attack. About nine months later he had a second heart attack and died. By then, was able to talk about how he'd miss Grandpa and he understood this event was separate from him: people and animals die for different reasons, and Grandpa was old and his heart was weak. It helped that we lived on a dairy farm. One day I picked up 's grandmother to go shopping with us and as we drove past the barn, saw a baby calf lying on the ground. The calf had just died and the guys hadn't had time to move it yet because they had to quickly get the mama cow the veterinary hospital. asked what was wrong with the calf. And my mother-in-law quickly said, " Oh! It's just sleeping!! " I was stunned and wanted to thump the lady on the head. I thought " Jeez, insult your grandson's intelligence already, why don't you? He's not an idiot. He knows a sleeping calf wouldn't be on THIS side of the fence! " I said, " It's not sleeping; the calf died ; I guess it wasn't strong enough. " just said, " Oh, okay. " And looked at his grandmother funny. I'm sure he wondered why she said what she did. (Maybe he thought she couldn't tell the difference between a sleeping and dead calf!). As grew we buried more kittens, cats, dogs, and cows. It always broke my cat-lover daughter's heart; oh my God it was so tough telling her when a kitten or one of our cats died! One day we came home to find the cows had trampled the electric fence separating the pasture from our house. These hugely pregnant cows were eating my lawn and leaving fat, brown cow patties. The kids and I went to work rounding up the cows, and I came around one side of the house just as came around the other. At the exact moment, she and I saw one of our favorite cats lying in the grass, killed by our neighbor's dog. She became hysterical and took her inside and sat with her while I drove to the barn to get our farmhand to come fix the fence. I was crying so hard I could barely shovel the dirt in our " cat graveyard, " so he took the shovel from me, picked up the cat, and sent me inside. Good grief I didn't mean to get on that subject. But, if you want to show the natural cycle of life, you can always start building their knowledge in subtle, natural ways. Demonstrate with the four seasons and the changing colors of leaves, rebirth of green in spring. Watch Disney's, The Lion King. If he's tender-hearted, I don't recommend getting a goldfish just to prove the point. Kim Mom to (23 with cf and asthma) and (20 asthma no cf) My 4 1/2 year old w/cf, Jack, has been asking me a lot of questions about dying lately. Like, " How old will I be when I die? " Will you die before me? " , things like that. If it was only once, then I wouldn't think much about it, but he keeps asking me about it. No one that we know has died recently. I think I might be sensitive to it since he has CF, but since he is our only child I don't know if this is normal or not. Obviously, he doesn't understand anything longterm with CF and I really don't think anyone has said anything to him about it. Has any one else's children gone thru this stage? Thanks Kim ------------------------------------------- The opinions and information exchanged on this list should IN NO WAY be construed as medical advice. PLEASE CONSULT YOUR PHYSICIAN BEFORE CHANGING ANY MEDICATIONS OR TREATMENTS. ------------------------------------ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 23, 2002 Report Share Posted November 23, 2002 Oh, that was such a serious and touching e-mail...right up until the part about the goldfish. I don't know if it's lack of sleep, but that just struck me as funny...I'm still laughing... Shanna mom of Triana, age 2 wcf (and tears of laughter running down my face) Re: ?? about dying Hi Kim, My son was the same age as your son when he first asked about death. This was January 1984, and he'd been diagnosed just a couple months previously in November. I'd just tucked him into bed, turned out the light and was ready to leave when he rolled over, looked at me and asked, " Am I going to die? " I felt like I had a huge boulder lodged in my throat, pressing all the way down to my heart. I sat down next to him and asked what made him think about his and he shrugged. So I said the only thing I could think of at that moment, " Oh, ; Mommy and Daddy would never let anything happen to you! " He looked satisfied, rolled over and went to sleep. But I sure felt like the wind was knocked from my sails. However, I will always believe that my response was appropriate for his age and the situation. His health was very good, and even though CF was still so new and confusing to us I knew nothing fatal was in his immediate future. Young children and teens don't have a concept of future events -- to a child, " future " is what happens in the next second. It's like the concept of " dog years; " when you tell a toddler, " Wait a minute, " their minute is about 5 seconds long! That's why the old anti-smoking campaigns failed with teens. Tell them if the smoke then they'll get cancer when they're 50, and they think, " Fifty?! What's that? " But tell a teen that when they smoke then their breath isn't kissable, their teeth are dingy, they look goofy puffing on a rolled up piece of paper, and that their hands, hair and clothes stink -- then you're speaking within their time zone. As we get older our ability to conceptualize " future time " expands right along with us. (That's why as we age past 40, we suddenly begin caring whether the government is going to bankrupt social security!) Jack could be suddenly asking about death because maybe he overheard family members, or your friends, or the parents of his friends talking about CF statistics. Or like Rosemary pointed out, perhaps he's asking for some other reason -- perhaps someone read a story about a pet dying, then someone else talking about a grandparent or co-worker dying, etc. A couple weeks after asked if he was going to die, he asked " When is going to die? " So, I started doing some sleuthing by asking 's preschool teachers if they'd seen any change of behavior. I knew without doubt that there was no chance would have overheard any conversations between his teachers about CF, so I ruled them out. A couple weeks later, light was finally shed on the situation. told me that one of his preschool friends told him that was going to die. The little boy wasn't being malicious -- it was what he believed: females die. You see, the previous summer the boy's grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer. After that, every Friday his mom would pick him up from preschool and they'd drive 60 miles to Grandma's house to spend the weekend with her. This went on every weekend for about five months; toward the end, the mom went to stay with the grandmother until she died, only coming home long enough to get her son for the weekend to go back with her to Grandma's. About a month after the grandma died, the boy's next door neighbor -- a 9-yr. old girl -- died from leukemia. So, the boy put 1+1 together and came up: girls die. He was an only child, and the only one he knew with a sister was . Barely six months after this, 's paternal grandfather, with whom he was very close, had a heart attack. About nine months later he had a second heart attack and died. By then, was able to talk about how he'd miss Grandpa and he understood this event was separate from him: people and animals die for different reasons, and Grandpa was old and his heart was weak. It helped that we lived on a dairy farm. One day I picked up 's grandmother to go shopping with us and as we drove past the barn, saw a baby calf lying on the ground. The calf had just died and the guys hadn't had time to move it yet because they had to quickly get the mama cow the veterinary hospital. asked what was wrong with the calf. And my mother-in-law quickly said, " Oh! It's just sleeping!! " I was stunned and wanted to thump the lady on the head. I thought " Jeez, insult your grandson's intelligence already, why don't you? He's not an idiot. He knows a sleeping calf wouldn't be on THIS side of the fence! " I said, " It's not sleeping; the calf died ; I guess it wasn't strong enough. " just said, " Oh, okay. " And looked at his grandmother funny. I'm sure he wondered why she said what she did. (Maybe he thought she couldn't tell the difference between a sleeping and dead calf!). As grew we buried more kittens, cats, dogs, and cows. It always broke my cat-lover daughter's heart; oh my God it was so tough telling her when a kitten or one of our cats died! One day we came home to find the cows had trampled the electric fence separating the pasture from our house. These hugely pregnant cows were eating my lawn and leaving fat, brown cow patties. The kids and I went to work rounding up the cows, and I came around one side of the house just as came around the other. At the exact moment, she and I saw one of our favorite cats lying in the grass, killed by our neighbor's dog. She became hysterical and took her inside and sat with her while I drove to the barn to get our farmhand to come fix the fence. I was crying so hard I could barely shovel the dirt in our " cat graveyard, " so he took the shovel from me, picked up the cat, and sent me inside. Good grief I didn't mean to get on that subject. But, if you want to show the natural cycle of life, you can always start building their knowledge in subtle, natural ways. Demonstrate with the four seasons and the changing colors of leaves, rebirth of green in spring. Watch Disney's, The Lion King. If he's tender-hearted, I don't recommend getting a goldfish just to prove the point. Kim Mom to (23 with cf and asthma) and (20 asthma no cf) My 4 1/2 year old w/cf, Jack, has been asking me a lot of questions about dying lately. Like, " How old will I be when I die? " Will you die before me? " , things like that. If it was only once, then I wouldn't think much about it, but he keeps asking me about it. No one that we know has died recently. I think I might be sensitive to it since he has CF, but since he is our only child I don't know if this is normal or not. Obviously, he doesn't understand anything longterm with CF and I really don't think anyone has said anything to him about it. Has any one else's children gone thru this stage? Thanks Kim ------------------------------------------- The opinions and information exchanged on this list should IN NO WAY be construed as medical advice. PLEASE CONSULT YOUR PHYSICIAN BEFORE CHANGING ANY MEDICATIONS OR TREATMENTS. ------------------------------------ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 23, 2002 Report Share Posted November 23, 2002 Oh, that was such a serious and touching e-mail...right up until the part about the goldfish. I don't know if it's lack of sleep, but that just struck me as funny...I'm still laughing... Shanna mom of Triana, age 2 wcf (and tears of laughter running down my face) Re: ?? about dying Hi Kim, My son was the same age as your son when he first asked about death. This was January 1984, and he'd been diagnosed just a couple months previously in November. I'd just tucked him into bed, turned out the light and was ready to leave when he rolled over, looked at me and asked, " Am I going to die? " I felt like I had a huge boulder lodged in my throat, pressing all the way down to my heart. I sat down next to him and asked what made him think about his and he shrugged. So I said the only thing I could think of at that moment, " Oh, ; Mommy and Daddy would never let anything happen to you! " He looked satisfied, rolled over and went to sleep. But I sure felt like the wind was knocked from my sails. However, I will always believe that my response was appropriate for his age and the situation. His health was very good, and even though CF was still so new and confusing to us I knew nothing fatal was in his immediate future. Young children and teens don't have a concept of future events -- to a child, " future " is what happens in the next second. It's like the concept of " dog years; " when you tell a toddler, " Wait a minute, " their minute is about 5 seconds long! That's why the old anti-smoking campaigns failed with teens. Tell them if the smoke then they'll get cancer when they're 50, and they think, " Fifty?! What's that? " But tell a teen that when they smoke then their breath isn't kissable, their teeth are dingy, they look goofy puffing on a rolled up piece of paper, and that their hands, hair and clothes stink -- then you're speaking within their time zone. As we get older our ability to conceptualize " future time " expands right along with us. (That's why as we age past 40, we suddenly begin caring whether the government is going to bankrupt social security!) Jack could be suddenly asking about death because maybe he overheard family members, or your friends, or the parents of his friends talking about CF statistics. Or like Rosemary pointed out, perhaps he's asking for some other reason -- perhaps someone read a story about a pet dying, then someone else talking about a grandparent or co-worker dying, etc. A couple weeks after asked if he was going to die, he asked " When is going to die? " So, I started doing some sleuthing by asking 's preschool teachers if they'd seen any change of behavior. I knew without doubt that there was no chance would have overheard any conversations between his teachers about CF, so I ruled them out. A couple weeks later, light was finally shed on the situation. told me that one of his preschool friends told him that was going to die. The little boy wasn't being malicious -- it was what he believed: females die. You see, the previous summer the boy's grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer. After that, every Friday his mom would pick him up from preschool and they'd drive 60 miles to Grandma's house to spend the weekend with her. This went on every weekend for about five months; toward the end, the mom went to stay with the grandmother until she died, only coming home long enough to get her son for the weekend to go back with her to Grandma's. About a month after the grandma died, the boy's next door neighbor -- a 9-yr. old girl -- died from leukemia. So, the boy put 1+1 together and came up: girls die. He was an only child, and the only one he knew with a sister was . Barely six months after this, 's paternal grandfather, with whom he was very close, had a heart attack. About nine months later he had a second heart attack and died. By then, was able to talk about how he'd miss Grandpa and he understood this event was separate from him: people and animals die for different reasons, and Grandpa was old and his heart was weak. It helped that we lived on a dairy farm. One day I picked up 's grandmother to go shopping with us and as we drove past the barn, saw a baby calf lying on the ground. The calf had just died and the guys hadn't had time to move it yet because they had to quickly get the mama cow the veterinary hospital. asked what was wrong with the calf. And my mother-in-law quickly said, " Oh! It's just sleeping!! " I was stunned and wanted to thump the lady on the head. I thought " Jeez, insult your grandson's intelligence already, why don't you? He's not an idiot. He knows a sleeping calf wouldn't be on THIS side of the fence! " I said, " It's not sleeping; the calf died ; I guess it wasn't strong enough. " just said, " Oh, okay. " And looked at his grandmother funny. I'm sure he wondered why she said what she did. (Maybe he thought she couldn't tell the difference between a sleeping and dead calf!). As grew we buried more kittens, cats, dogs, and cows. It always broke my cat-lover daughter's heart; oh my God it was so tough telling her when a kitten or one of our cats died! One day we came home to find the cows had trampled the electric fence separating the pasture from our house. These hugely pregnant cows were eating my lawn and leaving fat, brown cow patties. The kids and I went to work rounding up the cows, and I came around one side of the house just as came around the other. At the exact moment, she and I saw one of our favorite cats lying in the grass, killed by our neighbor's dog. She became hysterical and took her inside and sat with her while I drove to the barn to get our farmhand to come fix the fence. I was crying so hard I could barely shovel the dirt in our " cat graveyard, " so he took the shovel from me, picked up the cat, and sent me inside. Good grief I didn't mean to get on that subject. But, if you want to show the natural cycle of life, you can always start building their knowledge in subtle, natural ways. Demonstrate with the four seasons and the changing colors of leaves, rebirth of green in spring. Watch Disney's, The Lion King. If he's tender-hearted, I don't recommend getting a goldfish just to prove the point. Kim Mom to (23 with cf and asthma) and (20 asthma no cf) My 4 1/2 year old w/cf, Jack, has been asking me a lot of questions about dying lately. Like, " How old will I be when I die? " Will you die before me? " , things like that. If it was only once, then I wouldn't think much about it, but he keeps asking me about it. No one that we know has died recently. I think I might be sensitive to it since he has CF, but since he is our only child I don't know if this is normal or not. Obviously, he doesn't understand anything longterm with CF and I really don't think anyone has said anything to him about it. Has any one else's children gone thru this stage? Thanks Kim ------------------------------------------- The opinions and information exchanged on this list should IN NO WAY be construed as medical advice. PLEASE CONSULT YOUR PHYSICIAN BEFORE CHANGING ANY MEDICATIONS OR TREATMENTS. ------------------------------------ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 24, 2002 Report Share Posted November 24, 2002 Almost EVERY child goes through questions like this. I always answer in a matter of fact way such as " no one knows when they will die so we should have fun while we can " . Or something like that. I've been known to say " so we better do our math while we can " but that doesn't go over as well. " smile " . Anyway, of course you are thinking about Jack's CF when he asks the question, but he isn't. He is just being curious about another aspect of life such as where babies come from and how tadpoles turn into frogs. And, of course, you don't know when anyone will die. Jack could very well outlive you. My third child is my child with CF so I had heard the dying questions before. Of course, your heart can't help but skip a beat when the child with CF asks, but we never let on that she can't do anything she wants. And maybe she will. Lori in Florida ?? about dying My 4 1/2 year old w/cf, Jack, has been asking me a lot of questions about dying lately. Like, " How old will I be when I die? " Will you die before me? " , things like that. If it was only once, then I wouldn't think much about it, but he keeps asking me about it. No one that we know has died recently. I think I might be sensitive to it since he has CF, but since he is our only child I don't know if this is normal or not. Obviously, he doesn't understand anything longterm with CF and I really don't think anyone has said anything to him about it. Has any one else's children gone thru this stage? Thanks Kim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 24, 2002 Report Share Posted November 24, 2002 Almost EVERY child goes through questions like this. I always answer in a matter of fact way such as " no one knows when they will die so we should have fun while we can " . Or something like that. I've been known to say " so we better do our math while we can " but that doesn't go over as well. " smile " . Anyway, of course you are thinking about Jack's CF when he asks the question, but he isn't. He is just being curious about another aspect of life such as where babies come from and how tadpoles turn into frogs. And, of course, you don't know when anyone will die. Jack could very well outlive you. My third child is my child with CF so I had heard the dying questions before. Of course, your heart can't help but skip a beat when the child with CF asks, but we never let on that she can't do anything she wants. And maybe she will. Lori in Florida ?? about dying My 4 1/2 year old w/cf, Jack, has been asking me a lot of questions about dying lately. Like, " How old will I be when I die? " Will you die before me? " , things like that. If it was only once, then I wouldn't think much about it, but he keeps asking me about it. No one that we know has died recently. I think I might be sensitive to it since he has CF, but since he is our only child I don't know if this is normal or not. Obviously, he doesn't understand anything longterm with CF and I really don't think anyone has said anything to him about it. Has any one else's children gone thru this stage? Thanks Kim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 24, 2002 Report Share Posted November 24, 2002 on 24/11/02 2:27 PM, at alle1105@... wrote: > My 4 1/2 year old w/cf, Jack, has been asking me a lot of questions about > dying lately. Like, " How old will I be when I die? " Will you die before me? " , > things like that. If it was only once, then I wouldn't think much about it, > but he keeps asking me about it. No one that we know has died recently. I > think I might be sensitive to it since he has CF, but since he is our only > child I don't know if this is normal or not. Obviously, he doesn't understand > anything longterm with CF and I really don't think anyone has said anything to > him about it. Has any one else's children gone thru this stage? > > Thanks > Kim Hi Kim, I think all kids go in cycles on things like death & dying, and " the facts of life " . It seems to me that one of my children will be asking questions about death in the middle of the year, and one will be asking about sperm, eggs etc around now. Yep, you guessed it - Sian is reading " Where did I come from " while doing her neb this morning. The tricky thing is that she is cross referencing it to " Mummy Laid an Egg " by Babette Cole. Love to all, - Mum to Cate 10yrs wocf and Sian 6yrs wcf, asthma, GERD and ADD? Canberra Australia- Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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