My 11 year old son is losing sleep over the end of the world prophecy of 2012. What little I have to offer in the way of comfort is not enough. Even when he is able to find comfort in the idea of eternal life, he then starts crying for his cousin, Sophie. “She’s too young,” he cries. And don’t even get him started on the babies of the world.
If he world really is going to end, I’d rather not spend the next couple of years worrying. Now is the time to live — maybe even live like we are dying.
Am I wrong?
Dude. This is totally why I’m a heathen. Poor YaYa…so sensitive to all the suffering of the world. I’ll assume the world is not ending in the next couple years (despite the best efforts of some *cough* BP *cough*) but I know that doesn’t help these sweet sweet boys of ours. Maybe we should get them to party like it’s 1999!
LOL… Did you explain to Ya Ya that there’s a fruitcake born every minute…
Are you implying that I’m a fruitcake, Wes? I never said that I actually believed.
You did explain how the Mayan calender works, right? Its cyclical, kinda like the Catholic church’s annual calendar. Except the Mayans had a VERY big cycle. The 2012 “end” is actually translated as “start over”, as in, here’s where the calendar starts over again.
And nobody believes that people living in a jungle knew diddly-squat about the end of the world hundreds of years in the future.
poor ya ya. We’ve been going through that with our six year old. Not end of the year stuff, just the realization of death, that someday we will die, that we know people who have died, the crying, the freaking out. It’s hard.