Why is the ocean blue?
Why did God make spiders?
Why do I have a belly button and what's this stored inside it?
With most, I smile patiently and think of some profound "otherwise the world would be over-run by flies" sort of answer or call on the powers of Google and as a family move on. Some elicit the old "ask your father", owning up to the fact that I am not now, nor have I ever been a boy. Thank you very much.
On the flip-side, I was never warned of the many why's I would have. Laying Ethan as a newborn on the bed, staring at him and asking him through tears why he hated me so much when I loved him so dearly?
Why didn't anyone tell me to throw the baby/toddler books out sooner and go with my gut?
Why didn't I actually write down all their first's and funny moments. Knowing how often they ask when they first... and I'm hard pressed to recall?
Why can't Elijah drink milk? Trust me, I know why he shouldn't. I want to know why he can't, when everyone else can! Why does my 10 year old smell the same as our chicken coop?
A baby blanket soon to be in the mail for two parents vastly unaware of what questions lie behind those baby blues and what questions he will stir in them. Snuggle him close, breathe in his scent. Before long you too may be wondering why he's watching TV in a tote...with a belt taped to the side...
