I was talking to my Mom on the phone and I asked her how did my son act while he spent a few days with her. She told me that he did great except on Sunday. I asked what happened on Sunday and she told me that he didn’t want to go to church. No big shock there, that applies to most kids. She then told me that not only did he not want to go to church he told her that he did not believe in God.
Now I am sure that most of you probably would have freaked out.
Not me, I just laughed. My mother replied that this wasn’t a laughing matter. I then asked what else did he say. She told me that he gave some scientific explanations as to why we exist as humans. My mother told him that he was wrong. His response was that you are entitled to your opinion and I am entitled to mine.
Lol, that sounds vaguely familiar.
At this moment I was crying laughing and saying how proud of my son I was. I asked my Mom how did she respond and she told him that while he was in her house he wasn’t allowed to have an opinion and that he still had to go to church.
I must admit that I was shocked she didn’t incorporate any form of corporal punishment like she did to my sister and I growing up. I guess that is what happens as parents become older and grandparents. They get soft lol.
She then asked me why was I laughing and so proud of my son. I explained that it had nothing to do with his theory of no God. I was more so happy that he just didn’t agree and want to do something just because someone told him to do it.
While I love my parents and respect them I always regretted how easily I believed or went along with certain things just because they told me to. Granted with them I kind of had no choice. However, this way of thinking spilled into my adult life and it hindered my growth. Not their fault at all, just something that I noticed about myself as I got older. I found myself believing everything I saw on the news, tv, social media or whatever someone close to me told me as fact. Never once looking for myself or verifying my sources.
I am sure people’s intentions are well but if they have the incorrect information then now you both are wrong. So it is imperative that you do your own research.
My son is only 8 years old. He has been this way as long as I can remember. You should have seen how proud I was a few years ago when he told me and his cousins that Santa was a myth last Christmas. Eff Santa.
He really reminds me of my younger self at times. He loves to read and researches everything.
Now what he hasn’t yet learned is how to pick his battles, nor has he learned the lost art of being modest or knowing how to shut up. I suppose that will come in due time. He will probably have a moment of clarity, it may come from a conversation or maybe a fist, who knows?
Now when I see him again I will sit down and have that discussion and probably suggest a few biblical things for him to read so that he can get both points of view. Then again he is only 8, maybe I will just work on “not talking back to Grandma” smh or any other adults for that matter.
It is amazing, what took me 30 years to figure out which was to do my own research, think for myself and not to “go along just to get along” my 8-year-old is already doing.
On another note, he really should be happy that my Mom did not knock his ass out. I also hope that he isn’t just being difficult, contrary and that I am raising an internet “troll”.