Found this on the driveway today, right where husband’s car tires usually go.
After watching those two happy lizards sunning themselves in our backyard yesterday, I feel sad when I look at this one.
A nice little life has been snuffed out.
It reminds me that I haven’t ever attempted to teach my son about death.
I’m not even sure when you’re supposed to do that with kids.
I guess it’s important when a pet dies, but our cats always just slow down and then we take them away to say goodbye.
I’m not sure the little boy really even notices that our Burmese cat is gone. And she was quite a presence in our house.
I know I want my son to understand what it means for something to die. I just don’t want to scare him.
My best friend passed away when her daughters were four and six. They got the end of life lesson way too early.
I don’t want my son to worry, but I do want him to have a frame of reference if something unthinkable happens.
Should I show him this lizard and tell him that it died? Should I try to explain what that means? Do I even know?
There was a dead squirrel lying on the pavement in front of the door to the school auditorium this afternoon.
It was fresh dead – still bloody, you know? Probably dropped by a hawk or something a few minutes before I got there. Lots of hawks out by the school.
When I went to the office to sign out my son, I told the school nurse about the squirrel.
She called the janitor and tried her best to repeat what I had said, but for some reason she had a tough time coughing it up. She couldn’t say “roadkill.” She couldn’t even say “blood” comfortably. And she’s a nurse. So odd.
I kind of half hoped the janitor wouldn’t get to the squirrel before I got to my son.
I was thinking maybe that little mangled, furry body was a sign that I should teach him about death today, while I’m thinking about it and while this squirrel is conveniently available for my lesson. But the janitor was quick. Squirrely was gone when we walked back to the car.
The lizard is still in my driveway though, so what should I do? Am I thinking about this too much?
I’m good at pondering death. If you’re a regular reader, you well know my preoccupation with the dearly departed.
I’m open to suggestions on this one though.
How, and when, do any of you recommend telling an autistic child about death?
Comment below to let me know. Extra credit if it rhymes. 🙂