No one has all the answers, even if our kids want us to have them. But not having the answers is all right because, sometimes, the best moments come from mistakes.
Perspective comes with time. And with having kids.
My boy is at the age (two and a bit) when he is starting to ask me what everything is. We ride by a excavator scoop and he asks and I explain. Then we see a dump truck, he asks and I explain. Then he sees a scratch on a drawing in one of the books I read him, and I’m not sure what to explain. It’s just a scratch. Not everything is something super important, or even meant to be there. He just stares intently at the scratch.