One of the really cool things about being a parent is getting to influence a young mind. Yes, of course relatives, close family friends, teachers and clergy to name a few also have this privilege. However, somehow it's different when it's your own child. First of all, I'm able to take the great explanations, leave out the not so great or bad ones, and say things the way I wished they had been said to me. For example in fourth grade when we learned about fractions, the teacher kept on explaining them in terms of a pie. It wasn't until a while later, I realized he was literally referring to a pie. When my kids are older, they're getting a fractions demo with an actual pie. Second, many aspects of parenting offer an opportunity for self-reflection...a chance to stop and take the time to think about how I really feel about different issues...and a way of realizing that my thoughts on a subject are valued. It's sort of like when I first became a mom, I was thrilled to be able to go to parks, have picnics, and visit the zoo. Then it dawned on me that really I could have done those things all along; I didn't need to be a parent to have those experiences.
Back in September my great aunt, who's in her 90's, had a bad stroke. It's pretty much been down hill since then. She was just moved into hospice. When she passes, we will all fly to Chicago to attend the funeral. What should we do about the boys though? Everyone will be at the funeral, and the funeral will be at least an hour from where I grew up so it's not like I can ask childhood friends or their parents to watch the boys because I want the boys to come out to the dinner afterwards with our extended family. I began to think about what I wanted to do and what I wanted to tell them about death.
This led me to a different question however. How do I feel about death? Could I answer the questions that my older son (OS) may ask? Was I ready to get on board this train leading down a track to more and more difficult questions? What about the fact that my kids are growing up in a different faith, Unitarian Univeralist from both my husband, who grew up Jewish, and me, who grew up Catholic. That also means they are of a different faith from most of the people who will be at the funeral. How would I explain it?
I think the trickiest part of this situation is that it is just so personal. I never really thought about it before, but how one handles funerals, how one handles whether their children attend funerals, and at what age they do is deeply intertwined with personal religious beliefs. While I'm not a fan of saying "never," I think it's very hard for the two to be separated. This was one discussion, that I didn't feel I could post on my moms group list-serve.
As I thought further, I began to believe that I wanted both boys to come with us to the funeral. We actually have had some very elementary conversations about deaths already with the passing of a friend in November. It was very abstract to OS. I ended up calling the Director of Religious Education at our church, who is also a child psychologist. She confirmed my gut reaction on bringing the boys to the funeral, and she also dropped off a bunch of books today to help start the conversation.
I'm feeling good about the conversations that OS and I were able to have today. I am way more comfortable with conversations about when he grew in my uterus and who in our family has what genitalia. In fact I can pretty much guarantee that it will come up at the restaurant afterwards!
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Every family needs to assess how to discuss the subject of death with their children.
We didn't take the girls to their great-grandmother's funeral, however, we did tell them the truth. They asked alot of questions (and for a long time after, kept asking more) but we answered as best and truthfully as we could. They were able to deal with it very well, even thought they were sad. They knew she was very sick and that now she wouldn't hurt anymore.
I was a tad miffed when Meenie came home from school and said the classroom pet went to live at the vet's because it was sick and when the vet made it better, it was happy and he liked it. So they adopted two brother hamsters. I can understand the teacher's reasoning and I will respect her decision (and will not tell Meenie) however, I can't say I agree it was the right one to make. I knwo she didn't want a classroom full of upset kids.
I think it's a wonderful idea for you to bring your children to the funeral. Every mammal has the basic need to have closure with death. Those that are deprived of it tend to show the strain later. Not that I'm implying your boys need closure, but I think it is a great opportunity to teach them that death does not need to be feared and is a good way to gain that much needed closure.
Of course they will ask many many questions you will not be able to answer, but I'm of the opinion that it is not a bad thing for children to realize that their parents do not know everything.
It sounds like you are being very smart about it. My kids have not really had to deal with death yet but with some very elderly relatives, I know it's coming soon.
Can you note the books you read, if you like them and think the boys are getting something out of them?
We've been talking about death at our house lately, and my mom who is a social worker, therapist, and former daycare worker has given me a bunch of books to read with the kids, if you are interested in any titles. I thought the ones at Borders looked AWFUL. (Read overly religious.)
I think one of the important things for kids to realize is that it's another facet of life.
I lost my sister when C was about your OS's age, and he found ways of thinking about it. He also had a ton of questions. And he finally decided that when people die, they just become a part of "GOD" who is one giant being made up of all the dead people. It was interesting. We also used to say that God was everywhere, so he decided all the dead people we loved were all around us all the time and that was very comforting to him. Probably more comment than you wanted/needed. I must be rambling today!
On a much lighter note, I'm delighted you'll be joining us for the Writing Game!
When FIL passed away in 2000 it was my girls first glimpse of death. We explained it as best we could, and they did ok with the wake and the funeral. I think the blessing to having such events is most people enjoy having the younger ones around, and if questions are asked will help answer questions that you can not answer yourself. Some of the answers none of us can give. When my Grandma passed away at the age of 96 in 2006 we took my 18 month old to the funeral, when one of her older friends asked at the wake if I was taking him to the funeral the next day, my grandma's oldest friend spoke up, and said Hulda would never forgive her if she didn't, that baby, those babies (including my girls) were her life the last couple of years.
I wrote about the boys asking how do you say goodbye to someone in a casket. It led to me recounting, in tears, the last conversation I had with a friend dying from cancer.
It has always been important for me to tell the kids what I believe but stress they can believe whatever they want to feel safe. I don't believe in heaven, etc and have told them so.
You and BG can combine what you like about your traditions and make that the basis of the conversation.
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Some of the questions he might ask you won't be able to answer, nobody will.
Good luck though.