Almost every night when I tell India I love her before she goes to sleep she says “Mama, I’ll love you forever and ever, even when you are dead.”
The obsession with death, questions about it, trying so hard to understand, has been heavy on her mind for the past year.
At Halloween, in passing, I told the kids it was neat that we were having mexican soup for supper, because Mexicans honor their dead every year by making their favorite meals to guide their souls home.
So last night, as I was putting her to sleep, Little Miss asked me “Mama, what is your favorite food?”.
“Pudding”, I replied, “Why?”
“So that when you die, I can make you some pudding.”
Still not remembering the conversation we had 6 weeks ago, I was confused. “Why?” I asked her, starting to cry a bit.
“So that you can come back to us. But how do I make pudding?”
How is it that she can break my heart with 14 words?