I wasn't told that children's questions could be this deep

I think children's questions are sometimes surprisingly philosophical.

"Why was I born?"
"What happens when we die?"
"Mom, why do you love me?"

At first, it was just a casual "Why?", but
before I knew it, I was the one at a loss for words.

Honestly, I don't know the answers.
Even now that I'm an adult, I don't have the confidence to explain them properly.

But when faced with those questions,
I suddenly find myself thinking about my own life.

Why am I living?
What do I want to leave behind for this child?

A child's question isn't just a query;
it reflects a parent's values and their very way of life.

That's why I think:
maybe I don't have to try to give the "right answer."

"Mommy doesn't know either."
"Shall we think about it together?"

In that way, rather than providing an answer,
perhaps the time spent thinking together is what's more important.

What's important to a child is
not a perfect answer,
but having someone who truly engages with them.

That alone is surely enough to make them feel secure.

Today, too, while being bewildered by a sudden "Why?",
I think I'll try to reflect on my own life as well.