So I'm sitting in the car with one of my friends child. Transporting her to and from soccer. She is 8. Eight and living in glorious, sheltered, make believe, Orange County California.
There we are driving along listening to music in the car...when the lyrics to a particular song play out "Love...wide open...you make me bleed...." to which said 8 year old says "That's so stupid....how does that even make sense? How can love make you bleed? Love doesn't make you bleed".
I blinked my tear stained, BLOOD shot eyes in disbelief. Then I reminded myself she was 8. Eight in make believe Orange County California. I repressed the urge to pull off the side of the highway and explain at the top of my lungs that life was not all rainbows and unicorns. That love can in fact make you bleed. It can rip your soul wide open and extract your heart with a machete. It can destroy nations and has been known to cause war!
Then I paused and thought about age appropriate conversations. Besides, why the wake up call at 8? It would spoil all the fun right? I'll just gently remind her of this moment in 8 more years when she is 16 and Justin Beiber turns down her prom request and she thinks the world is ending.
Timing. Its all in the timing.
(And then I came home to a vm from my aunt calling me a b&^%$...but hey what's family for...right?)
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