The Flower and The Seed

Today at the grocery store, Ramona, age four, asks me who made all “those seeds.” I told her that no one made them, but that they came from flowers, “You know that.” She was like, yeah, but “where did the flowers come from?“

ME: “The flowers come from the plants that grew from the seeds.”

R: “But where did the seeds that made the flowers come from?”

ME: “From other flowers. Flowers come from seeds and seeds come from flowers, that’s the cycle, Ramona.”

R: "But what about when the flowers were dead? Then where did the seeds come from? Who made them?"

ME: “What do you mean, 'when the flowers were dead?'”

 Realization.

“Oh, you mean before the flowers existed and before the seeds existed? Where did the seeds come from?”

R: “YEEEEESSSS!”

I finally realize we are talking about a chicken and egg sort of concept…but she’s not asking which came first but how it got there in the first place (much more worthwhile conversation). I ponder for a minute. We have never really discussed things like the origin of the world or any concept of God or what's the universe. But I take a leap in the dark.

ME: “I don’t know, I guess God made them.”

R: “Oh, you mean she made the seeds and then dropped them into the earth, put dirt on them and the flowers grew?” She has a big happy smile. I say yes.

Did you catch that wisdom?