Last night at 4 am my son woke me up to ask me why he couldn’t sleep.
This morning my youngest daughter yelled at me, asking if the clothes she was holding matched. I was at the time several walls, not to mention one floor away.
After breakfast, as I drove my daughters to camp, I was asked what the construction workers three miles away were building. "Ummm, a building," I answered. They were satisfied.
It seems that my children are under some misguided notion that I know the answer to just about everything.
I guess it’s understandable, I have spent all of their lives positioning myself as an authority figure, and I have tried to answer as clearly and honestly as I can all their questions. What I didn’t count on was how many questions they would all have. I also didn’t realize how TIRING it could be trying to come with answers all the time.
I also must admit that sometimes their questions get on my nerves. I truly have wanted to answer with ‘how the heck should I know’, more then once. Still, my kids think I know something and from what I hear that is going to change drastically when they hit their teenage years, so I guess I should just try and enjoy it for now.
Besides, when the questions get really weird, there’s always googling, and when I have to resort to that usually we all learn something. I guess it’s all good.