I remember so clearly my oldest son’s “why” stage. He was one of those kids who constantly chattered and was always armed with an endless array of questions. (Maybe you have one of those 4-year olds yourself.) His little brain was taking in the world around him trying to make sense of it all.

He absolutely loved the process of learning and discovery. Everyday he awoke ready for the day’s adventure. And because I spent the most time with him, I found myself fielding question after question after question. I won’t lie. His questions exhausted me. They also challenged me. Over and over I found myself unable to answer his questions and forced to find an answer.

All this question-asking came honestly. My mom describes me as being the same way when I was a little girl. I always wanted to understand “why”. I was in a constant struggle to make sense of life.

It troubles me that adults stop asking questions. So many of us stop asking “why?”Continue Reading