How we raise our children will remain private. However, I shared this once before, as I was raised in an Atheist family. When I was 4 my mom took me into their bedroom, to this huge antique tri-fold mirror that stood in the corner near the windows. She pulled back my hair and said I was old enough now to understand something very very important and she asked me to look into my eyes in my reflection there. I did and after a long moment,she said, some people will tell you there is such a thing called god. I want you to remember, when you look there, that that's where it lives. And everyone you meet, lives there too. They just think it lives in a place called heaven, but really it's right there.
And she touched the glass of that mirror, with her two fingers, right upon the eyes in my reflection. I stood there after she left the room, looking at myself for the longest time and then later that day, we went to the store, and I remembered what she said, as I was always a curious child and loved to see and meet new people. And so after she'd said that, I remember that shopping trip looking at everyone with new eyes, seeing what some called god, in them and I knew what she meant then and have never doubted it since.
I think when you raise your children you dream only the best for them. You watch them like a hawk, their pain is your pain, their joy is your joy. You'd give your life for them and want them to believe this world is beautiful and can become anything they dream, starting from right inside themselves, wanting what makes them happy and reaching out and making it so. So I remember how I was raised to think about the god factor in most of society and that's what we've taught our children, when they were old enough to understand. We have a mirror in our bedroom. Not an antique tri-fold, but a tri-fold none the less. And we showed them what my mom showed me and they know well enough because we tell them and take them to libraries and museums and we have a diverse group of friends that range anywhere from pagan to christian, that love them and are open to their questions. And we're open to them as they know. And if our children ever wanted to go to temple, or church or attend a pagan circle, that's fine with us. The more you know, the bigger your heart grows, realizing this world is full of people living their dreams and aspirations also. So it's a learning experience, our children enjoy, with our diverse friendships and their faiths. And we teach our kids that love gave life to everyone and when hate shows up, it's not them that it's pointing to, if it happens to look their way, but rather it's that loneliness inside the one that's hateful, crying for it's own loss. And they understand that, in their own child like way.
Once , our daughter said, when we were talking of such things, mommy maybe the reason they are hateful at you is because they're wanting you to fill up whats missing inside.
I get weepy thinking of that day, because her little eyes got all puppy dog like and wet just a bit and she looked so sad. But in that moment I knew yet again, what it means , truly, when it's said, out of the mouths of babes, the greatest wisdom is spoken from the innocence that knows no better, than to see the truth and give it voice.