Why, when my children starting “playing church”, do they open up to, of all things, Song of Solomon? Then why, when they start giggling, didn’t I keep my back turned and ignore all? Instead, Liberty sees my mortification, asks why my face looks like that, and I have to answer. “Um, Song of Solomon is about husbands and wives.” “But they are talking about kissing! and breasts!” “Yes, that’s part of being married.” I’m barely keeping a straight face. So not a conversation I am having with my five and six year old daughters. Not now. Not like this. “Oh.” Breath, Momma. And then… they kept reading. Kept giggling.
Hey, looking at the bright side, they didn’t have friends over and Momma didn’t have to explain to another mother why… oh dear. And another bright spot – I’ll have less explaining to do when the time comes. Can’t think of a more romantic book that I… well, I’d rather them not read right now, but someday – when they’re thirty or something, you know. They can read it. And learn. Except right now, Liberty’s reading like she’s in the middle of the best book she’s ever read. I have a feeling more questions are coming. Seriously, it’s a small book in the middle of a huge book. What are the chances???
