Let them Look

I will not be here today to post but I’ll leave you with this until tomorrow:

“People don’t stuff God down your children’s throats. How can they find him if they are not allowed to look?”

Dana/me 

4 responses to “Let them Look”

  1. Brandi says :

    I love this quote, Dana. This issue has actually had a great effect on the way I chose to raise my kids (now teenagers) around the topic of religion. See, I was raised by a very well-intended grandmother (who I love and still miss, regardless of our religious/spiritual differences). She knew what she believed, and she not only shared that with me (and her kids she raised before me), but she insisted upon it. Whenever I’d ask questions, because quite honestly, it never made sense to me, she’d say, “Oh Brandi, you never question God.” In retrospect, I believe she probably feared some dire eternal consequences, and that’s why she stuck to what she was taught and navigated the world of religion with tunnel vision. Eventually, I grew up, and after many years of anxiety over my hellbound path, I had other experiences which led to other beliefs I wasn’t exactly looking for. So, when it came my turn to raise kids, I vowed to never tell them what to believe. I felt (and still feel) they have their own journeys to travel and their own discoveries to make about existence. I do share with them my beliefs (which do not fit neatly into any category or philosophical orientation), and I encourage them to seek a connection that’s better than human life, but I don’t tell them how to go about it. Maybe that seems too complicated or like it provides little direction for the kids, but I want to spare them of the years of having to undo all the things drilled into them unnecessarily. So, I can only hope to set a good example in showing how my beliefs guide me, knowing it’s okay if they go about it differently than I have.

    • polly6119 says :

      I think that’s great! That’s how my mom was. I know that if she had been dogmatic in her beliefs it would have taken much longer for me to find mine. God was always a presence in our household but never a commanding force. I remember one time my sister and I were in the car and I turned to mom and said, “Mom, how do you KNOW God exists?” My sister quickly said, “Dana don’t ask questions like that!” I thought I was in trouble for a second but mom told her never to stop that type of question. She then went on to talk about how “she” felt about God but not in a way that made me think I personally had to think the same way. It was a discussion not a command. It allowed me freedom to search for my own truth. I found it so much sooner than if I had been made to fear looking. I didn’t have any hang ups to get over first. You know? I think what you are doing with your kids is perfect. I just wish other people would go about it the way you are. Thanks Brandi! Your comment really means a lot!!

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