Monday, February 11, 2008

Fighting Bears

Somedays, life just seems to creep by....slowly, slowly like something out of an Eric Carle book. Then one day you look up at the date and realize that your baby is going to be seven years old in nine days. Every year, I get the same feelings of "Would you look at that? Zaid is another year older." As I savor all of the memories of the past year, I look forward to new memories and new advances in the life of my little one. Yesterday we were driving home from Target and Zaid said, "Mama, what do all the armies fight? Why are there so many? Who do they fight?" As the years go on, I begin to give the answer of "I am not sure Zaid." or "Let's look it up!"; but yesterday I had no answer for him, can I possibly expain to Zaid why fighting exists when I do not fully understand it myself? I remained quiet. So quiet. Eventually he said, "Mama, are they fighting bears?" I myself was hoping he would come to this conclusion as he did last year when one of our dear friends joined the Army; in an attempt to expain it to himself, Mr. Lee must be fighting bears, right? I chose not to correct him; I mean who is to say if a bear came a long; someone in the army could and would have the means to fight him, right?