Young children, we love them, but they can often put you in a difficult conversation. 

In the kitchen I was, preparing dinner for my family of five when I heard the light feet of my youngest. Lizzy, who was only five years old, was the most inquisitive of all my other children. Whenever she was around I knew the most random questions would be asked.  So I readied myself, but what was soon asked so innocently, I did not know how to answer. “Mommy, where do babies come from?” Lizzy asked as she looked up at me with her huge hazel eyes. Now I knew this conversation could end either ways, with a lie or the not so child friendly truth. I couldn't lie to my own child so I began, “Well, honey you see when a man and a woman…” “Yes mommy.” I just couldn't make myself say it. “What I was about to say, was that when a man and a woman love each other very much God will know and give them a gift, a baby. That baby will be sent down from heaven and in the morning when the parents open the door to get the newspaper they will find it and they will know that it was a gift from God.” The look on my young Lizzy’s face was so happy as she ran around yelling, “I’m a gift, I’m a gift!” With a huge smile on my face all I could say was “Yes you are.”