"I'm never going to get married when I grow up." Words from my six year old.
Here's how the rest of the conversation went:
Me: "You'll change your mind when you get older."
Maddie: "There's just no boys left to choose from."
Me: "What do you mean there's no boys left to choose from? You're not even grown yet. You don't know what boys will be available when you get older."
Maddie: "Well, almost the whole world is married already and there's not any boys left to choose, besides if I have a lot of children, or even if I only have one. . . that's a lot to take care of."
Me: "Madison, I promise you'll change your mind when you get older. What are you even worried about this for now anyhow? You're way too little to be worrying about who there is to marry."
Maddie: Insistent "I'm never getting married."
Me: chuckling "Well, honey, don't even worry about it right now. You're too little to worry about that kind of stuff."
It's conversations like this that remind me of the theory of old soul/new soul as taught in my 10th grade language arts class. At times, Madison seems to posses maturity and understanding beyond her years, like she's an old soul who's previously experienced a lifetime here.
Here's how the rest of the conversation went:
Me: "You'll change your mind when you get older."
Maddie: "There's just no boys left to choose from."
Me: "What do you mean there's no boys left to choose from? You're not even grown yet. You don't know what boys will be available when you get older."
Maddie: "Well, almost the whole world is married already and there's not any boys left to choose, besides if I have a lot of children, or even if I only have one. . . that's a lot to take care of."
Me: "Madison, I promise you'll change your mind when you get older. What are you even worried about this for now anyhow? You're way too little to be worrying about who there is to marry."
Maddie: Insistent "I'm never getting married."
Me: chuckling "Well, honey, don't even worry about it right now. You're too little to worry about that kind of stuff."
It's conversations like this that remind me of the theory of old soul/new soul as taught in my 10th grade language arts class. At times, Madison seems to posses maturity and understanding beyond her years, like she's an old soul who's previously experienced a lifetime here.
posted by Forever Amber at 2:07 PM
3 Comments:
Your conversation put a smile on my face!
My mom likes to tease me about how stubborn I was as a child. I once argued with her over the day of the week.
This, of course, is an excellent example of how some children are not wiser than their years.
:)
Welcome back!
That is so funny. I'm glad you wrote it down...you'll want to show that to her some day. Glad you could come again last night. I always enjoy what you bring to the sewing party...not the food...you.
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