The other night while sitting on the couch, Monster started singing,
“God, our Father, God, our Father, thank you for our mommies, thank you for our daddies.”
First, I mean, how cute is that? He learned it at his amazing child-watch, which is part of a Christian organization.
Second, uh-oh. Now what do I do?
I haven’t prayed in a long time. A very long time. I think going to more than a decade of Catholic school may have been burnout for me.
I got away from organized religion around college (big shock), and it has only been since my kids came into this world that I have seriously considered finding some type of faith community again.
Until now, I have been pretty hands-off with any kind of higher being. I’m more of a “have respect for nature and people and it pays off organically” kind of person.
You can’t really escape religion in the South. It isn’t exactly Catholic-ville down here, but Christians are out the wazoo. Everyone blesses you and prays for you and asks where you go to church. It’s actually a lot like where I’m from up North, though in the Catholic world, it’s more like everyone shames you and prays for your redemption and asks if you’d like to avoid burning in hell. At least, that’s what I remember. Years and years of guilt and shame.
Jesus is EVERYWHERE here, and not just in the spiritual “I will always be with you” sense. I feel like Jesus is on billboards and store signs and his name is coming off everyone’s lips. It’s only a matter of time until my kids ask about him, and I don’t know how to answer.
In truth, I think Jesus and I would have been homies. I’m still figuring out the son of God part, but I think it’s hard for anyone to argue that he was a really cool dude. Hello – he single-handedly led a movement based around the “all you need is love” mentality. He was an old-school hippie of sorts who preached awesome lessons about love and forgiveness.
And it does not bother this girl at all that he could turn water into wine. Just saying.
All half-jokes aside, how do I teach my child about religion when I have no idea what I believe? I’m smack in the middle of my spiritual journey. Go ahead and call me a heathen, but I think more and more parents are finding themselves in my position. I know at least two other people experiencing this, so that’s enough to be statistically significant of the entire population, right?
Maybe my kids and I will figure this out together. After all, they teach me things every day. Their births taught me to believe in miracles. Maybe Monster’s little song is enough to teach me how to believe in something again.
And I think I have a little more time to figure things out. I just asked Monster who Jesus is, and he said, “She is a girl who goes splash and then BAM!” and then he slapped his palms together. He has also been watching a lot of Godzilla, so he may have been confused. Just like his momma.