My Son And Talks of Heaven


A few weeks ago I had my six months dentist appointment. My mother in law came over to watch the kids. She’s always great with them and they love her. While I was at my appointment my mother in law helped JJ make a card for a little girl we knew in the hospital with pneumonia. It was so sweet how concerned JJ was about her. She’s one of his playgroup friends and although the two of them don’t play together very often, he recognized her face on Facebook and knew that she was sick from the hospital bed and gown. So he immediately got the idea that he wanted to make her a card so she would feel better. I thought it was a great idea and I always encourage my children to have compassion for others and think of other people.

When I got home they showed me the lovely card they made and I stopped by the store for a gift bag, some crayons, and coloring books for this sweet little girl and we would bring it to the hospital to her that afternoon. I wanted to encourage JJ that his efforts to help other people feel thought of were important.

I woke Mr. B up, changed him and we were putting on shoes when JJ burst into tears saying, “Grandma’s old and she’s gonna go to heaven and I don’t want her to die! I’m gonna miss her, I don’t want her to go to heaven!” He was crying so hard, I grabbed his tiny little body and held him and told him not to worry that Grandma was healthy and as far as I knew wasn’t going to heaven anytime soon. This didn’t make him feel much better.

See I was about the same age when I learned what the consequences of death were. Rewind 29 years. I’m four years old, we are living in a trailer park and  I remember the way the light hit the wall from the window by my bed in my room. Her room was across the trailer from me and my brother’s room. I ask my mother this question that had been on my mind. “Mommy, what happens when you die?” My mother said something along the lines of, well when you die you get buried and put into the ground and that is the end. I got upset immediately and started pressing her for more answers. “But mommy, I don’t want to be buried, I will be scared of the dark.” She said something that was not very comforting at all about how none of us had a choice, that we all were going to meet the same end one day and that worms would eat our bodies. I was instantly terrified.  My mother over years of forced religion had turned atheist. My four-year-old mind could not fathom that there was no life after death. I refused to believe that.

When I was 16 I discovered Jesus Christ had died for my sins and I gave my life to Christ. So when my son had this fear of death, I knew I could talk to him and comfort him and tell him that while death is something we all will face one day, that its nothing to be afraid of and that Heaven was an amazing place. I explained that if Grandma died and went to heaven that she would be happy and up there waiting for all of our family to join her one day. He still was quite worried about this, but on the way to the hospital, his inquisitive mind still couldn’t let it go.

“Mommy, will grandma be able to fly when she’s in heaven?”

“Yes son, if She wants to fly, she will be able to!” I said, “Heaven is a place where your dreams come true”.

“I want to fly too!” said Jaydon.

It’s quiet for a while longer and JJ asks, “Is there ice cream and cupcakes in heaven?”

I say “Yes, more than you can even imagine!”

We dropped off the card and gift for his little friend and a few weeks pass by.

Last night JJ was helping me dry the dishes and he says out of nowhere, “I’m not afraid of heaven anymore mama, when grandma goes there, I will go there too one day, and God loves her and God loves me and we will all be together.”

I said that’s right baby, there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.

About Heather Jones

I'm just a wife and mom of two boys trying to find her place in this world. I enjoy walks around the lake, bible journaling, and RV camping with my family.

Heartfully Heather


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I'm just a wife and mom of two boys trying to find her place in this world. I enjoy walks around the lake, bible journaling, and RV camping with my family.

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