Teaching a Toddler About Death — and Trusting God in the Middle of Fear
It wasn’t a conversation I’d planned to have. But it happened.
“Well, you would stay with Grandma and Grandpa, or maybe Uncle Jason,” I told him.
“I don’t want you to go if God calls you,” he said resolutely.
“I don’t plan to go for a while,” I reassured him. No one really knows when God will call them home. I didn’t want to lie.
“But I only have one parent,” he continued. “Where would I go?” He had two parents, I explained. But his father wouldn’t be able to take care of him.
We Will See Each Other Again
Telling my son that I would die someday was a subject for which I was not prepared. The good news, I told him, was that someday he would join me. We will see each other again, no matter when God called either of us home.
And that is good news, for all who have received Jesus as Lord. Our home is not here. It’s with God in heaven. How can I explain that to a three-year-old? What he hears is that I will be gone. That I’ll be in heaven waiting for him doesn’t mean much to a little boy.
I assured him that I loved him very much. I’ve talked many times to him about how God loves him even more than I do. That our heavenly Father created him for a specific reason and one day he would know what that is. And when his job is finished, God will call him home, too.
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The gravity of knowing I am responsible for his spiritual upbringing isn’t lost on me. Each day I pray to be the mother that this little man needs. Each day I reflect on how I am as a spiritual leader for my boy, and must rely on God’s help and direction.
“Father, give me wisdom,” I pray constantly. I must trust that He will provide. “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you” (James 1:5, NIV).
He’s frightened at the prospect of losing me, as any other child would be. As his mother, I am reminded that it is my job to teach him to rely on God when he’s afraid. The Lord alone is our source of peace.
He trusts me. Now I must teach him that the Lord is more trustworthy than I.
I don’t know when God will call me home. But I do know he won’t call me before He’s ready for me. I’m not worried. I must teach my little guy not to worry about what God will do, but to trust Him completely with the details.
“I love you Caleb, more than anything,” I told him. “I’m here to take care of you.”
“Okay,” he said, as if the subject was settled. I hugged him tightly.