Harper is just about to turn 5 and his brain is working full speed. He’s picking up social cues, learning the alphabet and digging into theology.
Harper has been asking a lot of questions about God. This is good, we want him to question, to learn and to put things together. This is also insanely annoying at times:
Mom did God make that bathtub? Why?
Mom did God make me? Why?
Mom did God make dirt? Why?
Mom did God glass? Why?
I try to treat each question with respect both to Harper wanting to learn and to God, not wanting to dismiss the importance nor the message that yes, God made everything or at least gave man the knowledge to make it.
Last night I asked Harper if he wanted to pray at bedtime. He said yes and continued on:
Dear Jesus. Mom did God make the sky?
To put something above us
Where does God live?
He is everywhere
No, like what city does God live in
Oh, He lives in heaven
Where is heaven?
It’s a special city that we go to live in when we die. Now Harper lets say prayers.
Okay. Does God make poop?
God gives us food and we eat the food and our bodies turn it to poop so kind of.
Does God make pee?
God gives us drinks and our bodies turn them into pee.
But, does God make potties?
Yes God makes potties.
This is the point where I’m not annoyed and pray for Harper over his questions because we just need to go to bed. I was able to stop the questions but only temporarily because the next morning he started asking more:
Mom why do we have to die?
Because we aren’t made to live on Earth forever in our bodies, that’s why we grow and get older.
But everyone has to die?
Because God wants us to come live with Him in heaven.
Like your old grandpa? He’s in heaven with God?
(We stopped at my grandparents grave sight around Christmas and I had explained to Harper that they had died and what that meant)
Yes like my grandpa.
So when is that boy going to heaven?
What boy Harper?
That boy, my older cousin?
I don’t know. (and I don’t know what or who he was talking about, it’s slightly creepy but to be fair he’s had a lot of confusion about what exactly cousins are- he asked if a girl we walked by at target was his cousin… so who knows who or what he was referring to).
This has continued. I stopped writing this yesterday and of course at bed time there were more “did God make…” questions that I tried to have grace in answering but again told him it was time to be quiet. Even in playing he asks me if God or Santa made each toy. I’m hoping this “phase” (oh how I’ve loved that word as a parent) is almost over but if you have and quips to deal with 5 year old theology, please, please share it with me.