Freddie, Butterflies and “Where do died things go?”

Freddie, Butterflies and “Where do died things go?”

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As a parent you feel like you should know all the answers to your child’s questions (Why are YOU my Mummy and not somebody else? How do chickens make eggs? Why am I born? That last one there is DEEP, especially at 6am). I realise that we are only human though, and sadly not superheroes- we just can’t have those answers all the time. 

The one I thought I would be prepared for is around the subject of death, and expecting the inevitable “What does ‘died’ mean?”. I had it all planned out, you know, what I was going to say, after all, it’s quite an important topic.

“Well, when something dies, it’s usually when they are very very old, or are very very sick, and then they go to sleep forever and don’t wake up and then they probably feel much, much better”

And reading this back, it seems actually a bizarre way of explaining death. But like I said, we haven’t practised this sort of thing before, and what the hell do I know?! 😉

I wanted to be as honest as possible, as I thought the concept of ‘heaven’ might be even more confusing, and I’m not sure how I fell about that anyway myself.

A few weeks ago we bought one of those ‘grow your own butterflies’ kits, where you get sent 5 caterpillars through the post (true story), they live in this little pot with food, and after a while turn themselves into cocoons, that are then ready to transfer to this netted enclosure, in order for them to eventually turn into butterflies.

After a while it became apparent that only 3 caterpillars had graduated to cocoons, where as the other two (Henry and Sophie!) had sadly not made the hairy caterpillar cut.

THIS I thought, was the perfect (well, as it ever could be) introduction to death and dying.

So Freddie asked why only 3 were cocoons, and what had happened to the other two caterpillars.

When I said that they had ‘died’, and well, basically what I have written above, as gently as possible, and that it’s very sad but it’s what happens sometimes (I still don’t know if this was even too brutal for a 4 year old?), the lip began to wobble.

And those big blue eyes that I love so much filled with tears, that began to roll down his cheeks.

He stifled a sob and said “but I don’t want anyone I love to die”

I reassured him that it didn’t happen very often (and touched wood about a million times that this would still be the case), and cuddled him in close to me, but he was inconsolable for a good half hour.

I wondered if I had done the right thing, talking about death, to someone so little.

There doesn’t appear to be a manual that tells us when is the right time to broach such subjects.

Or even if/when they really understand.

So maybe it shouldn’t have surprised me, after 2 beautiful tortoiseshell butterflies emerged from their cocoons (another didn’t make it out properly, I didn’t bother bringing this unfortunate end up this time)

that Freddie shouted “Mummy, Henry and Sophie are back, they’re back from died!”

He genuinely thought that those rotting caterpillars on the bottom of that grotty plastic pot had come back to life, and that ‘died’ clearly didn’t mean forever at all. 

It was the Butterfly equivalent of the Resurrection!

And you know what?

I wasn’t going to spoil that for him, not on this occasion.

Because in that split second of tiny 4 year old optimism, I realised how sweet, perfect and how simplistic they are. That they just don’t get the concept that something so terrible could happen as ‘died’.

And so as we released our impostor ‘Sophie’ and ‘Henry’, a few days later, Freddie stood watch over them as they fluttered in the grass and gathered strength in their wings.

For a while they just sat there, before flapping about us and landing on my boy’s hands.

“They don’t want to leave me!” exclaimed Freddie.

“No, they must have been really happy with us” I said.

It was then I knew I was happy to let him believe his concept of ‘died’ for that bit longer, to maintain that beautiful innocence of his.

It was a lesson learned for me.

For as sure as our little ones grow and thrive, the one thing that does die is their naivety about the world, and about life, and that innocence.

I just hope my sensitive, blonde-haired, gentle giant can keep his for as long as possible…

 

I’m not usually this sentimental on the blog, but this really got to me! When did you discuss the subject of death with your children? Is 4 too young? Any tips on how to do this well? I clearly need all the help I can get for the future!

 

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10 Comments

  1. June 10, 2015 / 5:34 am

    Aw, so sweet. No, I couldn’t have destroyed that for him either. I wish we could just protect them from all the unpleasant things in life forever!

    #sharewithme

    • Becky
      Author
      June 11, 2015 / 11:23 am

      I know, you just want to wrap them up and never have to deal with all the sad/horrible things in life! 🙁

  2. Notmyyearoff
    June 10, 2015 / 7:31 am

    Aww that’s really cute they came back from died. My z is 4 and a bit obsessed with the explanation of death. We have given him a very airy fairy explanation and I’m sure he thinks they come back from died too, which I’m happy with. For now 🙂

    • Becky
      Author
      June 11, 2015 / 11:22 am

      Haha, yes, i’m going to let F believe that now for as long as possible!

  3. June 10, 2015 / 8:30 am

    Oh bless him, what a gorgeous little man your Freddie is! We’re going through the whole death thing at the moment with P – sparked off by visiting hubby’s very old (and ill) grandparents on the weekend, then discovering yesterday that her friend from school’s mum had had a miscarriage. She really doesn’t get it though to be honest, I’m going to have to tread carefully and find a better way of broaching it with her. Lovely post hon and talk about heartmelt xx

    • Becky
      Author
      June 11, 2015 / 11:22 am

      It’s such a hard subject isn’t it? We (touch wood) haven’t had any illness/older people dying in our family so it’s just never come up (long may that continue). I’m happy now for him to carry on oblivious- they’re only little for such a short time! xx

  4. Mummywrites
    June 11, 2015 / 8:45 am

    A beautiful post. I can understand your dilemma. When my 12 year old daughter died in 2013, my son was five and other daughter ten. Everyone said he wouldn’t understand, but he understands better than some grown ups! We hadn’t needed to discuss death in much detail before this. But we maintained an honest attitude. They came to her funeral, we went through it together and they have adapted very well. We firmly believe in heaven so it wasn’t too hard to explain where she was (I think it’s important to have as clear an opinion as you can on this before it happens), and just be aware of referring to death as a long sleep, this commonly causes anxiety in little ones. Winston’s Wish website has some excellent resources. I hope it’s a long time before you have to face this in reality, you’re right they are innocent for such a short time.

    • Becky
      Author
      June 11, 2015 / 11:20 am

      Hi Kelly, thanks so much for your thoughtful comment and wise words. I just hopped over to your blog and read what happened to your daughter, and can’t begin to imagine your pain and grief, especially in those early days. I definitely think an honest attitude towards death is best. Thank you for informing me about the potential problems with referring it as a ‘long sleep’ – I won’t be using that in future! It’s such a tricky subject. Your son sounds so resilient- I think they do us proud with what they can cope with, especially in such a tragic situation as your family’s (caterpillars really can’t remotely compare). Wishing you all the best x

  5. Debs @ Super Busy Mum
    June 11, 2015 / 7:22 pm

    How stinkin’ adorable is this post. Do you know we have this butterfly kit too but have yet to send away for our caterpillars! Needs to be done SOON I think! Lovely photos!

  6. jenny
    June 16, 2015 / 12:01 pm

    Oh I love this post becky bless him caterpillars resurrected indeed. I would have done the same and let him go on his merry way with the butterflies and happy thoughts. It’s tough when they ask certain mind boggling questions. They really do think more simple then we do and are so imaginative. Great post. Thank you ever so much for linking up to Share With Me #sharewithme

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