Well, it happened. Just like I knew it would. Except it was worse than I had imagined and I felt more uncomfortable than I might have predicted.
For the past few weeks, Paisley has been asking me a lot about religion and prayer. It all started when she asked why her Grandpa prays before eating. We explained to her that some people thank God before they eat. We told her that some people believe in God, and some people don’t. When asked what God was we replied that he was a man who lives in the sky and takes care of you. I thought that was an age appropriate way to explain a complicated (and let’s be honest – confusing) concept. Ever since then she has been asking more questions. I explained that I used to believe in God but that after looking at the evidence I decided that I didn’t any more. Which led to a conversation about evidence. We talked about believing in flying ducks versus flying pigs. I went through each example, offering evidence for and against each claim. At the end of our conversation she stated that “I don’t believe in a man in the sky or that pigs can fly.” I had a bad feeling about going to see the in-laws for Easter dinner.
Growing up as a Catholic, Easter was easily the biggest holiday of the year – at least from a religious perspective. Easter meant a lot of church and a lot of ritual (I loved Palm Sunday and getting the chance to put a nail into the big wooden cross at Good Friday mass.) There was washing of feet, somber, silent masses and then jubilation and fancy dresses on Easter Sunday. It was all so ritualized and I loved that. I was Roman Catholic – ritual and God went hand in hand.
When I first started dating my husband I was shocked at how the Mormons didn’t celebrate Easter. Sure, they had Sunday mass but there was nothing on Good Friday and it didn’t seem to hold the same significance it did for other Christian churches. From a doctrinal standpoint, that doesn’t make a lot of sense. I mean Easter is it. Christ’s death and resurrection is the reason Christians are Christians. It remains one of the things that confuse me about Mormonism actually. One of many. Continue Reading
You hear it a lot: teaching your kids to be an Atheist is no different and no better than teaching your kid to be a Christian/Muslim/Hindu etc. It’s brainwashing them, just the same.
I actually used to think this was a frustrating and somewhat valid argument. That is, until I actually became a parent. Continue Reading
The one thing about valuing rational thought is that you don’t get to pick and choose where you apply that thought. As parents, my husband and I believe strongly in teaching our kids how to evaluate evidence and make considered, educated decisions. In turn, I have to do the same thing when it comes to parenting – and it isn’t always easy.
Today’s parents are afraid. We are afraid of perverts and pedophiles. We are afraid of cars and traffic and head injuries. We are afraid of sex and drugs and what teenagers will do when given any opportunity at all. We are afraid of razor blades in candies and terrorists in airplanes and serial murderers. Now don’t get me wrong – we should be afraid of some of these things but we need to be rational about it. Continue Reading
Last night at dinner we raised our glasses (beer in ours, milk in Paisley’s) and said “Cheers!” She loves this and we are a family of toasters so it wasn’t really out of the ordinary. As soon as she had taken a swing of her milk, she put her cup on the table, crossed her arms across her chest, bowed her head and with eyes closed said “Hum-a-na, hum-a-na, hum-a-na “. Me and my husband sat there stunned and trying not to laugh as she said what appeared to be a blessing.“What was that?” I said. “Oh, sometimes Grandpa does that before he eats.” she replied. Continue Reading
Back in December, when Declan was about 8 months old, he was having an awful time sleeping. He had had some teeth come in and in the haze of many middle-of-the-night wakings, I had pulled him into bed with me. He learned very quickly that he liked it there and wanted to stay. I had been conscientious from the beginning of making sure he knew how to self-soothe. I had been through that with my daughter and had made sure he was always put down while still awake. He had been doing really well until he realized there was an alternative. And like all humans, young and old alike, he was quick to unlearn what didn’t suit him. Continue Reading
Okay, so as you may have guessed (or perhaps not by my late arrival to 2012), that this blog and you, my readers, make up a big chunk of my resolutions for this year. I need to get my shit together and write more often and more regularly. It’s not that I don’t have things to say, I just struggle to find the time to say them. Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with a post in my head but I just can’t leave the warm bed to sit down and write. Especially when I’m sleep deprived as it is. At any rate – bear with me. I’m here and 2012 is going to be a good year. Continue Reading