I fully subscribe to the belief that one should avoid discussions about politics and religion in most cases. Once upon a time, I relished debates and discourse. Now? Not so much. I have enough conflict in my daily life that I prefer to avoid stirring the merde. That being said, we may be entering a new era around our household – one that I wasn’t expecting for at least another year or so.
Without getting into particulars, I don’t do religion. Neither does Will. We’re both grown-ass people who have spent loads of time thinking about this stuff, and reached our own conclusions. Our opinions are different from others’ and that’s perfectly OK. We are very much a live and let live bunch over here. Unless you try to behead me or someone else. Then we have a problem.
I fully expected that my kids would have questions about religion at some point. What is a church? Why don’t we go? Who is god/Jesus? My intention was – and is – to let them ask questions, to answer their questions in an honest and non-prejudicial way, to refer them to other people in our lives that I feel can do the same (i.e. without indoctrination), and ultimately when they are at an age where they are cognitively able to make a decision, come to their own conclusion. That just makes sense to me.
Last weekend out of absolutely nowhere, Stella asked about church, and why weren’t we going. I think I handled myself OK. I just said that church was a place that some people went to – usually on Sunday mornings – and that her daddy and I chose not to do that. She seemed to accept that answer. But man, it made me sweat a bit. I’m not sure why.
She’s been talking a bit about angels. I think she’s seen images of them at my in-laws’ house. She thinks they’re beautiful. I think in her mind angels are just very large fairies with feathery wings vs. the standard gossamer/insect-like wings of your garden-variety Tinkerbell.
I mean, 5 years old and asking these kinds of questions? Really? I’m way more confident explaining what farts are than delving into the metaphysical/why are we here miasma.
“Send money quick!” That’s better. Maybe if she gathers enough $$ I can hire Morgan Freeman to come over and have these deep discussions with her.