As reported by S, whose turn it was to brush BJ's teeth this evening:
BJ was standing by the bathroom sink with the water running to wet his toothbrush. He was playing with the plunger, watching the water fill up and then letting it drain out again. He did this a few times.
Then, BJ pulled the plug and said, "That's like life," watching the water running down the drain.
He then pushed the plug down to stop the drain. As the water began to fill the basin, he said, "But that's love. It just keeps adding up and up and up."
Then he started getting teary and choked up, and said, "And even after you die, the love keeps adding up."
S told me he couldn't quite believe that BJ was saying what he was saying (in the middle of getting his teeth brushed; not exactly the time one expects this sort of thing. Not even from our five-year-old, who has a knack for unexpected conversations). But S had the presence of mind to give BJ a hug and tell him how sweet that was. "You're a tender hearted kid," S said to BJ. And indeed he is.
Love, and the intricacies therein, was apparently on BJ's mind a lot this evening. At dinner, he told me, "Mommy, I love you even more than outer space. Even more than science." (!!!)
BB, following his example, informed me that she loved me more than princesses and the Super Readers. Which is pretty special, too.
A whole lotta love going on. Makes a momma proud.
S and I have been debating this evening whether it's a bit disturbing that BJ might see life as something that always drains away or reassuring that he would conclude that love helps hold it all together. Either way, it's pretty profound at any age.