How many times over the past year have a shielded my kids from that inevitable fact? The one where we're all going to suffer the same fate and die? Is it fair to shroud it mystery? Is it fair for the subject to be taboo? In this household we've suffered our fair share of family deaths and the kids know that some people and animals die before their time. They've been given the "nice" story, the one that says everyone who dies goes to a nicer place where the sun always shines and everyone is good and no one is horrible. The animals meet their owners, brothers meet sisters, families look after each other....and everyone is happy. That's good, because it gives them something to believe in and stops them having nightmares....and it stops the awkward questions that I have no answer to. "Mummy, where do the tigers go?" "Mummy, does the bad man go there too?" "Mummy, will they be able to take their favourite toys?" "Mum
A glimpse into the life of me and mine...oh, and I sometimes have a "potty mouth"!