We have been having a rough time around here lately. To be truthful C is in crisis and we are doing our best to rally the troops and support him. On the weekend, at the height of the crisis, C needed to be taken to the hospital to see a crisis worker to evaluate whether he needed to be admitted. Unfortunately J could not be sheltered from from all of what unfolded and he was understandably concerned about his brother.
Today, while getting ready for school J suddenly asked me once again why C had to go to the hospital and I tried to explain yet again in 6 year old terms. He put his hand up inf front of me, to stop me and said "Ok, got it". The he took a deep breath.
"I guess" he said to me, that quiet serious voice again "I guess I want to know - why did God make C like this? Why did he make life so hard for him?"
Uh . . . wow. I was SO not ready for that. I'm afraid I didn't have any real good answers for him as I fought back tears.