Tonight at the end our bedtime routine, my daughter said her prayers. She went through her list of loved ones, friends, teachers, etc. and then she said, “God, most of all, please bless the chickens that I met this morning. I love them.”
It was so cute and so sweet. She did meet chickens. She spent the day with my Mother-In-Law and her next door neighbor has 10 chickens. So this morning, Peyton got to go pick eggs, which was super fun for her. I think it would be fun for most any kid.
However, my husband almost ruined her love of her chicken friends by making a sly comment about having them come over for a chicken dinner. Thank the Lord that Peyton was otherwise occupied and missed this stab at trying to be humorous by my husband. She hasn’t made the connection between animals and the meat that we eat yet. Heck, I try not to think about it. But I think if she did understand that the chickens she met this morning are the same as the chicken we eat at dinner….oy, I think we’d have a vegetarian on our hands. And I think the world as we knew it would be over. I’m sure she would want to start a revolt in protest of this.
And I just don’t want to throw that into the mix at age 3. At some point, I know, I will have to explain this all to her. But at this point, I think I’ll let the meat we eat for dinner be a mystery, and all the animals she encounters be her friends. It paints a much happier portrait of the world, don’t you think?