Yesterday as I buckled the girls into the car after our weekly trip to Target, LP asked, "Mom? Can we talk about Jesus?"
Alrighty then. Not exactly the topic I had planned to discuss."Sure, I don't know too much, but what would you like to talk about?"
"No, I don't mean I want to talk about him now. I just mean in general. Is it okay to talk about Jesus?"
Good grief. Does everyone have this conversation with their children? "Well, if you have questions about him, you can ask someone, but, no, it isn't nice to..."
...Picture the wheels turning in my head: I don't want to say "take the Lord's name in vain", because, being Jewish, we don't believe he is our Lord, and I don't think LP would understand what that means anyway...
"...it isn't nice to just yell out 'Jesus!'"
There! I think to myself. Conversation shut down.
HAHAHAHA. Gullible Mommy.
LP goes on, "Jesus is G-d's son."
Honestly?!Where is the Hoos when I am dealing with these questions?!?!
"Well, LP, since we are Jewish we don't believe in Jesus. We don't believe G-d has a son like that."
Please, please, please let this conversation be over. I know there are lots of people that cherish these opportunities to talk religion with their children. I am not one of them.
"But, mom? Who is G-d's wife?"
I now mentally smack myself on the forehead.
1 comment:
Oh star shine, one of the most rewarding things in my life was that my mom exposed me to many different religions. I went to synagogue as a young child, despite being raised catholic. (I do have Jewish ancestry though.) I couldn't tell you what I am as an adult, except to say I practice catholic traditions but believe in spirituality.
I don't have kids, but I thought it was insightful when I heard someone say that the real balance to being a parent for them was teaching their child to think, not what to think. So wrap some matzo in a chocolate Easter bunny and go for it!
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