So again in the car, the rich treasure trove of our most interesting exchanges is mined, seemingly daily.
Diego: Mom, how did my dad become my dad? How are families made? Well, I guess the real question is, how did the first family get started, how did people get on earth?
Me: (trying to decide if I should go straight for evolution and skip the religious/spiritual component) not to mention addressing the specific question of our personal somewhat non-traditional family unit. That we discussed, including that when men and women love each other very much sometimes they make a new life. As well as talking about
Yeah. I kinda tried to explain both (starting w evolution which he already has an understanding of from the National History Museum) and then briefly glossed over most of the creation story but gave it less than honorable mention. Yes, I said that aloud, or at least I wrote that in a public format. Not to downgrade anyone’s personal beliefs but I don’t need to smoke my son out with their opium for the masses, he’s obviously burning bright with true curiosity and unquenchable faith in his own beliefs, definitely believes in god and thinks about things of this nature all the time. I’m not gonna brainwash him w that spiritual spooky talk about burning in hell etc. some people try to convert me but they don’t understand I am not lost; I am not seeking a way. I hope to convey truth and be able to tell my son something that has more meaning than just what certain people say about some ancient stuff. Just do your best, try to be kind. Repentant? Only to myself or those I’ve find harm to. If I hurt this earth by living my material and unimportant insignificant life isn’t that worse than never going to church or praying to someone’s idea of god?
Which only serves to say I’m sure I’ve confused matters for young Aristotle.
Love,
Stacy
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