Last night, Soleil climbed into bed with me and said "mom, I’m a little afraid"

"Afraid of what?"

"Of dying one day"

"hm, that’s hard. One day, we all die. That’s how it works. I hope it doesn’t happen for a very long time."

"I know that. It just makes me sad."

"What about dying makes you sad"

"I’ll miss Luna for those 2 years"

"What 2 years?"

"You know… the 2 years between us" (Her new phrase is "you know" when clearly I don’t)

"Honey, we don’t all live to the same age. Just because Luna is two years younger doesn’t mean you’re going to die two years before she does"

"Oh…I’ll still miss her"

" I know… I understand."

This talking about death and dying is a tough one. It gets scary for everybody and one day, we all have to face our own mortality.
I just wish someone had included a big manual on how to talk to your kid about death and dying. It’s like sex. A conversation that you have over and over and over.