My son Aaron is six. The other day I had to give him The Talk. No, not THAT Talk
(though it's coming soon enough-he Really. Likes. Girls.) This was the other talk. No, not the Death talk either, we've done that(and will again, I'm sure)
No this is the talk about "When you see something on t.v., or the net, or yes perhaps in print....and you get it home, and you follow the info-graphics, and then...it just isn't right. No, Dad can't make it be right either. No, If we took it back to the store for that they would give us another one JUST LIKE IT, and it still wouldn't be right, cause this thing or that isn't made quite right.
It takes a long time to get that essential not rightness of the world across to kids. Some, more than others.
And, it's always kind of sad when you have to see when it clicks with them. That little, corresponding click in their eyes, the slight fading or brightening of the light in their eyes from the shock and disappointment. If tears are gonna happen, it's usually then.
It's not the shock of Dad can't fix this because it just IS, or about a particular toy. It's nothing that easy.
It's about trust in the rightness of the world, just a little thing the kids may hardly notice themselves sometimes.
But, you'll see that look again, and you know it... and again...and again...
The balance trick here is perhaps to help them trust in the rightness of the world again. Point out those little extra-rights and better than imagined things that occur in our worlds. Positive affirmation time.
And you still gotta be honest about that "some things, some times just aren't gonna be right, or maybe even alright" thing. And that has to be alright too.
What did I leave out?
Standing in the back garden, blinking in the unusual sun, like some just un-earthed thing, I'm startled by a sudden loud buzzing just to one side of my head. It is not, as I thought for a split second, the world's largest bumble bee. I've just been buzzed by a humingbird. Is that good luck or just a good omen, either would be fine, really.