My daughter and I were cuddled up at night watching TV when I pulled out my phone and checked Facebook. As I scrolled through my feed, I came across the photo I had seen and cried over and thought about a dozen times already that day. The photo of “the boy in the ambulance.”
My little girl looked over my shoulder and gasped, “What is that??” I felt like I had been caught looking at something naughty. “Nothing!” I shot back as I shut off my phone. We sat in silence for a few seconds as she processed and I panicked.
“Was that a boy?” she finally asked. “Was he alive?”
I sat paralyzed in “what’s-the-right-parenting-move” mode. She’s only seven years old. What if I say too much or too little? What if she doesn’t understand? What if she’s afraid? What if she doesn’t care?
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